I’m at the desk, and I can’t feel my legs. No, I’m not going to the ER. I’m going to move as much as I can, to get the circulation back into my limbs.
I had plans for tonight. Earlier in the week, I was talking to a friend, and we made plans to go to a town 45 minutes away to a meeting for tonight. I was excited.
Yesterday I spent the day in the tent outside. I knit, watched youtube, and relaxed the whole day. It was fun and a good thing. Duke and I spent quality time outside. Last night, I paid the price for my stupidity.
I have severe allergies, and when I went to lay down, I couldn’t stop coughing. So, I spent the night in the recliner. I woke at around 6 with a diabetic reaction. I know, not good in an of itself. I ate, and went back to the recliner to rest.
This afternoon, I woke again, and by this time, I couldn’t feel my legs. Damn it. This was not a happy thing. I now need to focus when I maneuver, and making coffee was interesting.
I had to cancel my trip. It’s okay. However, I also now have time to fill my hours creatively. I will be stretching, and relaxing. Pain levels are ironically minimal, but then again I slept in the sitting position with my legs stretched out.
Note: If the feeling doesn’t come back to my legs, I will seek medical help. It just doesn’t feel necessary at this time.
2nd Note: Since the pandemic, I have been seeing doctors less and less. New cases are still coming up in my county. That means that there are people out there who have the virus who have been spreading it.
I have no desire to contract a virus for a doctor’s appointment. My plans? Were to go to a fully masked meeting with social distancing.
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