One of the things I hate most about covid is how it's got us all second-guessing every single thing that might be unusual in our bodies. Sniffles. A cough. A random sneeze. The paranoia is exhausting. It's no wonder I've had such a hard time dealing with all the other crap in the world on top of it.
A couple weeks ago, I added a sour cherry supplement to my morning regimen because other people with osteoarthritis had mentioned it might help. I had low expectations. I'd tried cherry juice a few years ago and felt no change. Well, lo and behold, within a couple of days, my pain was less. Not gone, because it can't be completely gone, but my gait was steadier and my leg didn't go out on me nearly as much. I was managing to get through the day without wanting to cry by the end of it. I mentioned it to my mom when I was chatting her with this morning, and she said, "Oh, yeah, your aunt has been taking that for years. She swears by it." And I thought, "Why the hell did you never tell me that before?!?" But hey, I'm taking it now, and it's having an effect, so I'll accept the win.
Craig and I have been watching Buffy again. We finished up S5 the other day, and tonight, we got through the first 4 eps of S6. It's been so long for him that he doesn't remember very much. Me, I got all wrapped up in Spike. I love him so much during this period, when he's trying to be there for Buffy, when he's feeling so betrayed by the gang because they left him out of everything just when he was starting to feel like he had a place with them again. Interestingly, I find myself absolutely furious with Willow. I've always loved Willow, probably because I relate to her so much, but her need to be right, to be superior, about bringing Buffy back is really grating on me this time.