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My right foot swelled up last Friday. I chalked it up to the miles and miles of walking I had been doing, and the hours of standing at the sink cleaning up after every phase of San Geraldo’s Slavic dinner preparation. By Wednesday night, however, it was making me nervous. I worried it could be related to my diabetes (and I sure haven’t been eating right at all in recent weeks). I began to get nervous about my trip to New York and my foot exploding on the plane — or something. We agreed we’d have breakfast Thursday morning and then go to Urgent Care. While I showered Thursday I noticed my foot was less swollen. So I decided to forego Urgent Care and wait for my return from New York to check in with my doctor, who is the one I trust anyway.
Still talking about health issues, like an old fart: I’ve had a problem (managed well mostly) with reflux since I was around 30. I learned that certain foods trigger it and, if I avoid those, I have no problems. I’ve gotten (that’s American for “got”) carried away lately and finally, Tuesday night, I burst out of bed from a deep sleep with one of the worst cases of reflux. It kept me up the rest of the night and hit again Wednesday afternoon when I tried to catch up on that lost sleep. Everything within reason is once again my motto. Reducing carbs, sugar, and booze is my cure.
My trip to NYC is only 5 days away. I’m going to get my luggage out — poor cats — and start packing. In the meantime, I won’t wear anything I plan to take with me. I was hoping to use a very small suitcase, but winter clothes take up a lot more space.
For the first time, the City of Fuengirola set up an ice-skating rink beneath the Christmas tree on our plaza. It’s small and clearly intended for children. I spent more than 45 minutes there the other night waiting for the tree to be lit so I could get fun shots of the skaters (the fallers) under the lights. The lights all over the neighborhood came on, but never the tree. I finally got bored.
Two well-dressed, haughty women strolled by. One looked at the skating rink and muttered, “It’s not ice.” Her friend quickly muttered with her nose curled, “It’s artificial ice.” It was 65˚F. I wonder what they expected.
Photo above: Moose in the morning.
Mi pie derecho se hinchó el viernes pasado. Lo atribuí hasta las millas y millas de caminata que había estado haciendo, y las horas de estar en el fregadero limpiando después de cada fase de la preparación de la cena eslava de San Geraldo. Para el miércoles por la noche, sin embargo, me estaba poniendo nervioso. Me preocupaba que pudiera estar relacionado con mi diabetes (y seguro que no he estado comiendo en absoluto en las últimas semanas). Comencé a ponerme nervioso por mi viaje a Nueva York y mi pie explotando en el avión, o algo así. Acordamos que desayunamos el jueves por la mañana y luego iríamos a atención urgente. Mientras me duchaba el jueves, noté que mi pie estaba menos hinchado. Así que decidí renunciar a la atención urgente y esperar mi regreso de Nueva York para registrarme con mi médico, de todos modos en que confío.
Todavía hablando de problemas de salud, como un pedo viejo: he tenido un problema (manejado bien en su mayoría) con reflujo desde que tenía alrededor de 30. Aprendí que ciertos alimentos lo desencadenan y, si los evito, no tengo problemas. He conseguido llevado últimamente y finalmente, el martes por la noche, salí de la cama de un sueño profundo con uno de los peores casos de reflujo. Me mantuvo el resto de la noche y golpeó nuevamente el miércoles por la tarde cuando intenté ponerme al día con ese sueño perdido. Todo dentro de lo razonable es una vez más mi lema. La reducción de los carbohidratos, el azúcar y el alcohol es mi cura.
Mi viaje a Nueva York está a solo 5 días de distancia. Voy a sacar mi equipaje, pobres gatos, y comenzar a empacar. Mientras tanto, no usaré nada que planeo llevar conmigo. Esperaba usar una maleta muy pequeña, pero la ropa de invierno ocupa mucho más espacio.
Por primera vez, la ciudad de Fuengirola estableció una pista de patinaje sobre hielo debajo del árbol de Navidad en nuestra plaza. Es pequeño y claramente destinado a los niños. Pasé más de 45 minutos allí la otra noche esperando que el árbol se encendiera para poder recibir tiros divertidos de los patinadores (los Fallers) bajo las luces. Se encendieron las luces en todo el vecindario, pero nunca el árbol. Finalmente me aburrí.
Dos mujeres bien vestidas y arrogantes pasearon. Uno miraba la pista de patinaje y murmuraba: “No es hielo”. Su amiga rápidamente murmuró con la nariz acurrucada, “Es hielo artificial”. Era 18˚C. Me pregunto qué esperaban.
Foto de arriba: Moose por la mañana.
• Mayor de Plaza. Creo que podría ser una reina de talla. ¡Desvergonzado!
• Él es todo un espécimen. Pero, vamos, cualquiera puede ver a través de él.
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Our bodies always let us know when we’ve been overdoing or overindulging, don’t they? Hope you feel better soon once you’re back on your regular schedule of moderation.
Harrumph! That is clearly an artificial cow. 🐄🐄🐄 😊
wickedhamster:
Which one?
Oh, children having fun at Christmas and two Spanish[?] Grinches have to kvetch and moan? Get outta here.
Now, that big bull–I have always loved a big bull–is fantastic. I love the design of it.
Lastly, Moose and I are sharing the same mood today.
Bob:
I love that metal bull. Yes, the two women were Spanish, but clearly not from Fuengirola.
See you soon. The cow, my first real laugh of the day.
David:
SO soon! Suitcase is out.
“…anyone can see right through him.”
Ha!
And the ladies who pointed out the artificial ice needed a Naomi to let them know that even the peasants could tell that the ice was not authentic.
I am so sorry that a few days of slightly more indulgent holiday celebrating has led to pain and worry. I hope that all is well by the time you get on that plane. No foot explosions!
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
Where’s Naomi when you need her? I’m putting foot worries out of my mind (or trying to).
Now THAT is a lot of BULL!
I feel your pain/reflux………had it once. Yes, do your best to stay away from those triggers.
Jim:
I’ve been behaving myself and the reflux seems to be gone.
Years ago my Dr. prescribed Zantac (1 pill morning and 1 pill night) just after my heart attack. Two days before my attack I had severe chests pains which I thought was attributed to my stomach issues, wrong ~ the Emerg guys says ~ you are having heart attacks. 10 years have passed and I still am thankful for their immediate diagnosis and care. So, beware of that tricky chest/gut pain, they can be mis-diagnosed so easily. Thusly, I changed my diet 180 degrees because life seemed the right choice rather than the other.
Ron:
As far as I know, and as recently as July, I’ve had no heart issues. And proper diet solves all my reflux problems. So I need to just grow up and act responsbily.
I hope you’re doing better, with no impending foot on the plane issues. It’s not very cold here, in the fifties f. So check before you pack!
The bringer of unsolicited advice up there is me, Boud!
Boud:
The last I checked, low 40s were predicted for NYC while I’m there. Not bad at all. I’ll keep monitoring.
Here in Texas at Christmas we have an actual ice skating rink with real ice in my town. It’s put on by a local private school and runs through the holiday season. Here’s the website for it : https://www.heritageschool.org/eisbahn
TexasTrailerParkTrash:
That’s an impressive rink. REAL ice! We usuallly have a large artificial rink at the fairgrounds this time of year. I haven’t been by to see if it’s there this year.
Glad the swelling’s gone down. You want to be in good health when you see your brother.
Kirk:
Especially since I have to be on my toes.
I love that photo of Moose. That’s a keeper.
I wondered where you were going to go with “size queen”! I must say I did not expect cattle.
Hope your foot feels better. Do you think it would be worth getting medical advice before your trip, just to have it looked at? If it’s an injury they might be able to tell you how to avoid making it worse. I wonder if it could be related to your recent bout of Plantar’s fasciitis.
Steve:
For me right now, ignorance is bliss. The foot doesn’t hurt at all. It’s less swollen. I have an appointment scheduled with my doctor right after I return. Here’s hoping!
I’ve got to say that I’ve never seen anything like that ice rink! I would expect people to be falling, when they have to constantly skate over grout lines–ha!
Sorry to hear about the foot! and the reflux!
Judy C:
No grout lines, just individual tiles of high-density polymer. I didn’t notice kids tripping over any grooves, just over their own feet.
I haven’t ice skated in over 12 years
Adam:
For me, it’s been more than 50! SG skated on fake ice here a couple of years ago.
That issues sometimes happens with my friends foot. It started out as pain…but then swelled. Turned out it was gout!
Mistress Borghese:
Ooh, gout can be so awful. I have had absolutely no pain. My foot just swelled one day. It continues to improve. I have an appointment with doctor for when I get back from NYC.
Perhaps all those vodka shots played into the swelling and/or reflux? Be sure to get up and move around enough on your flight (and drink plenty of water), but you know that….. It’s time for many of us to get back to sensible eating after the holidays.
I love that photo of Moose.
Kelly:
I have wondered about those 5 shots of vodka. Could I get alcohol poisoning that easily? I’ve been behaving myself and plan to do so even on New Year’s Eve.
We all like to indulge over the holidays, but our bodies just don’t bounce back like they used to! Best to get back to moderation and routines a.s.a.p — Moose has the right idea, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
When I think of those nightmare hangovers I used to get, I’m not so sure about bouncing back! Moose just barked at me because I’m late with treats.
I could live like Moose does! Loll around all day, just waking long enough to shout for food, eat, sleep, repeat…
That skating rink – like so much in Spain – looks positively lethal. It’s probably best you didn’t head for A&E, it’d most likely be full with sobbing children with sprained ankles! Jx
Jon:
Urgent Care during Christmas. People with their fingers wrapped in dish towels. I’ll wait.
Reflux sux. If I see a newspaper story about someone’s foot exploding on an airplane, I’ll shake my head and say, Ah, that Scooter. What’s to be done with him. Moose looks so completely relaxed that it’s hard to tell if he’s alive.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug:
Well, I’d be famous. After I took the photo, Moose started following me around the house.
Artificial ice? I’ve never seen that. No need for a zamboni, I suppose.
Walt the Fourth:
Artificial ice is very popular for temporary outdoor rinks in these warm climates.
I advise cutting off the foot and get a pegleg; Pirates will be ‘big’ in 2024.
Urspo:
Oh, don’t get me started. I’ve imagined that!