Every time some new physical problem afflicts me, I immediately say, oh yeah, well, you're going to have to share this body with COPD, asthma, hemangiomas, carpal tunnel syndrome, blah blah blah.
So I really don't give it too much thought. I can't afford to see a doctor anyway, so I usually run online to find my own remedies or search through my herbal books for answers.
Today – a new one – a cold sensation in my elbow. Maybe my arthritis was flaring up in a new way. Maybe I was having a stroke. But I didn't feel any more lightheaded than usual, and my mental capacities were pretty much within normal range (for me), so I let it go.
But it continued to bother me. Earlier, because my house was cold, I had put on a brand new sweatshirt (purchased at Midway Airport when I discovered I had left my leather jacket in the closet of my son's home in Oceanside, California – I wore it only that one day) to ward off the chill.
Still, Cold Elbow Syndrome, my new name for my new affliction, wouldn't go away. And so I reached inside my sweatshirt sleeve to see if maybe an ice cube had found its way in there, and that's when I noticed that my BRAND NEW SWEATSHIRT had a hole in the sleeve.
I HATE sewing. But I'm also not driving 100 miles to return it. I think I'll use my dad's remedy for fixing things – duct tape.
