Trigger Thumb

I have graduated from a Big Foot to a “Trigger Thumb!”

Perhaps I am suffering from Early Onset Old Age Decrepincy.

Decrepincy is my own self inspired word that is an extension of  the state of being decrepit.

After all, what would you call the systematic deterioration of body parts?

I am out of the Big Foot boot after wearing it for seven months (for bone marrow edema), and out of a different brace after wearing that for weeks (for plantar fasciitis).

  And now I am wearing a splint for a Trigger Thumb!

This malady is supposedly caused by overuse and may be the only part of my decrepit body that gets overused!

My right thumb now bends and clicks just like pulling the trigger of a gun!  And no, this has nothing to do with 2nd Amendment rights either.

I feel a kinship with John Wayne  though, the silver screen cowboy who used his trigger fingers (or thumb?) to blast away at evil doers!

 

John Wayne

The term”trigger finger” makes a bit more sense than a trigger thumb,  but there you have it – Decrepincy knows no bounds.

Get ready my friends in the blog-us-fear – I’ll meet you at the OK Corral!

For inquiring bloggers who have never heard of my latest malady:

“Trigger finger, also known as stenosing tenosynovitis (stuh-NO-sing ten-o-sin-o-VIE-tis), is a condition in which one of your fingers gets stuck in a bent position. Your finger may straighten with a snap — like a trigger being pulled and released.

Trigger finger occurs when inflammation narrows the space within the sheath that surrounds the tendon in the affected finger. If trigger finger is severe, your finger may become locked in a bent position.

People whose work or hobbies require repetitive gripping actions are at higher risk of developing trigger finger. The condition is also more common in women…”.

Source:  www.mayoclinic.org

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Meet You at the Pink Cadillac

Photo by Kathy Jennings http://www.fineartsamerica.com

Yesterday I made a fruitless trip to town to find “skinny-er” jeans to complement my imagined skinny-er figure.  That illusion died an agonizing death as I tried on six different brands. each in one size smaller, and all of them screaming the same thing, “WHO ARE YOU KIDDING LADY!!!!???”

In need of immediate comfort I went for groceries and added heavy whipping cream and sour cream to the basket.  Did you know if you combine the two in equal parts and let the mix sit uncovered on the kitchen counter for about 4 hours, you will get the most delightful “clotted cream?”

Clotted cream tastes wonderful on just about everything, and particularly on pumpkin pie.  ‘Tis the season after all, but so much for rapid weight loss.

I  dragged on home with the groceries and was just about to relax while clotting the cream when the phone rang.  It was Bill saying, “Hi Darling.  Ooops, I locked my car keys in the gym locker.  Would you mind bringing me the extra key?”

You have undoubtedly guessed Bill went to the gym while I was clotting.  He has a whole lot more will power than I do.  But being the darling wife that I am, I went off to town carrying the extra key to his locker.  “Stuff happens.”  That’s what they say nowadays right?  It used to be “go with the flow.”

Anyway, that made two trips to town and two trips back for my exciting day.  Bill also made a trip to town and a trip back.  Town is about 15 minutes away.  Could that be over an hour driving to and fro?

Did I want to cook dinner?  No.  And Bill, being the darling husband he is (we are sort of sarcastically gushy you know), suggested we eat out.  Another trip to town?

Pink Cadillac
Necessary Rooms

No.  We decided to dine at THE PINK CADILLAC.  Hence the photos.

My blogging friend, Cindy, from the wilds of Canada, noted for her Photos from the Loony Bin, actually met Bill and me at the Pink Cadillac not so long ago.  She was with her QT husband Mikey.  They are an adorable couple and we wish they would come back soon.

If Cindy and Mikey stay awhile at the Pink Cadillac they may notice all the pics of old film stars on the walls.  It is almost embarrassing that Bill and I can name all of them.  James Dean, John Wayne, or Elvis Presley, Vivien Leigh, Jimmy Stewart, Roy Rogers, Gene Autry – they are all there.

If you find yourself in my neck-o-the-woods, plan a stop that will take you back in time to a 1950’s diner called The Pink Cadillac where looking at the walls is a joyful way to wait for your Elvis burger and fries!

And be sure to let me know when you’re coming huh?  I’ll meet you at The Pink Cadillac!

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