We can’t go to the chiropractor until we get a front stormdoor and back door. I’ve been in increasing and nasty muscle pain, I mean killer….an arm that lights up the sky when I reach at certain angles and a traveling case of leg pain that switches sides according to where my lower back has moved the problem-point, but neither leg will operate well without pain, and yesterday one leg was trying to collapse under me outright. Sleep? Hurts too much.

Well, figuring a chiropractor has to be put off—I delved into my old recourse to such pain from when I started skating: Bengay and Salonpas pain patches. Found some near 10 year old ones in the bathroom drawer. 4 Salonpas patches on the shoulder and my only big Bengay patch on the lower back—and I wore them overnight.

OMG. I got some sleep. Usually not. Near cessation of pain, compared to what I’ve been going through. I may not need chiropractic for my back. The shoulder, yes, but I can live. I can only guess that what’s been going on with the muscles is accumulation of some toxic waste that, if I didn’t hurt so bad, use would have moved out. The heightened circulation from the patches has moved it out—and I can fly. Lord! It feels so good not to hurt!