Do not put on icy hot just after getting out of the shower.
Lotion out of the shower makes sense: you’re naked, and your pores are wide open and ready to soak in that moisturing goodness.
Pores wide open and ready for mentholated cream? Not so good.
“Planned Parenthood is profiting from [women’s] pain and that’s what we’re standing up to,” said Lila Rose, who founded Live Action when she was just a teenager and has been working to discredit Planned Parenthood for years, said at the rally last Thursday.
Extending that logic:
- Oncologists are profiting from [cancer patients’] pain. . . .
- Pain specialists are profiting from [pained peoples’] pain. . . .
- Rehabilitation centers are profiting from [injured peoples’] pain. . . .
- Hospices are profiting from [dying peoples’] pain. . ..
I’m sure you can come up with your own.
I haven’t read Timothy Snyder’s Bloodlands (it’s on the list!), tho’ I understand it’s been generally, although not universally, well-received, and have read only a few reviews of his lated book, Black Earth.
Thus caveated: While I have no beef with the contention that Stalin was as great a criminal-against-humanity as was Hitler, and that it is useful to compare the Nazi and pre-Khrushchev Soviet regimes, I am skeptical that the great crimes of Hitler, et. al. are the same as those of Stalin, et. al.
Funny how back pain can migrate into leg pain.
I don’t know what happened—is a pinched nerve even a thing?—but my minor back problems flared up earlier this week, then decided to migrate down my right leg for the weekend.
Oddly, however, while sitting or standing upright is painful, walking isn’t that much of a problem, and running is completely fine.
The bike, however? Fuggedaboutit.
Anyway, I had to take my food scraps to the Greenmarket in Grand Army Plaza yesterday (and yes, I really did have to, as my little bin was full-up), so decided to hoof it instead of either biking or taking the train. It was not a comfortable walk (made worse by blisters—honestly!), but it was completely worth it, for not only did I unload my food scraps, I was able to score my most favorite fruit of the fall:
So even tho’ I looked bad enough waiting for the 2 train home that a woman stopped and tried to convince me to sit down (“Thank you, but really, no it feels better to lean against the wall than sit”), the five pounds of apples I scored was totally worth it.
I just hope next week I’m well enough to bike for my apples.