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Wednesday, 9. January 2008
Tues 8 Jan 2008
Kate
00:44h
Even though the air wasn't very cold (the skin on my face disagreed), today's walk in the foggy afternoon was short. * After having an achey upper right arm since September, a couple stiff fingers on my right hand in the mornings since well before June, and a joint in my right thumb that complained whenever I held a pen, I decided to try one of those magnetic bracelets that wearers swear fixes their every ill. My brother-in-law Gary has one that vanquished his “golf elbow” overnight, and he never goes without it now. So on the way to the Kelowna airport in October, Joan and I stopped at the place he’d bought it. There was a good variety of the bracelets but only two or three (thankfully; I was in a hurry) that were small enough for my wrist, so that narrowed the possibilities. I purchased a silver bracelet with narrow but solid rectangular links; something heavy, relatively speaking, and durable, I thought. I usually won't pay much for jewellery because I lose it or break it or leave it sitting in a box, unless I can put it on and forget about it (am I a real girl?). But if it meant avoiding a visit to the doctor to get checked for arthritis or muscular dystrophy, this seemed worth the hundred bucks. * * Down in sunny Californey, Dad and Grace have hit the dusty trail and expect to be back in Kelowna on Saturday. I requested a photo of Grace for all Dad's nosy friends and relatives (you know who you are), and got it, to my surprise ... ... Link |
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