Pizza Musings

Hey, it's your monthly arthritis update! Are you bored of them yet? I am.

Hot showers: they are the root of all good in the world. An hour ago I was tired and miserable and the right side of my torso felt like it was made of marble. I turned on the boiler, waited half an hour to ensure optimal boiling, and took a quick ten minute shower with a shower cap, so as not the dampen the spirit of the Locks of Doom. One watery pounding later, my shoulder has the consistency and, indeed, temperature of deep dish pizza.

Now, the trick is not to recramp my trapezius before bedtime. These sudden temperature drops always seem to catch me unaware.