I had a bad night’s sleep. There’s nerve pain running down my left leg the whole night. It was partly the discomfort and partly me worrying about what the pain signified. Was this just a transitional pain, or was this the end of the road? Only time will tell. In the meantime, I have no difficulty walking; it’s just lying in bed that it bothers me.
I had set the alarm for 7 and then changed it for 8. When I woke up and looked at the clock, it was already after 8. I must not have set the alarm correctly. I shot up, and Elsa and I went for our walk. I didn’t do a long one the way I usually do on Sundays. I didn’t want to risk aggravating the leg if it was on the way down
I got dressed and ready for church. Judy and Paulette picked me up. It was a Lenten service, which is different in a few regards than the regular one. For one, we can’t sing the celebratory songs in Hawaiian as we usually do. Too bad. They’re fun.
It was napping and more napping. I hadn’t slept well the night before and was exhausted. I slept most of the day and did some ironing during the rest of it.
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