Pain..pain..go away!

Yup..woke up this morning and I just ached all over...I can feel the hips trying to pop out of place again, and for the past 3 days my hands feel like they're on fire. I've been working alot with my hands, especially with my knitting, cause along with the dog sweaters I've also started knitting an afghan (and praying I have enough yarn of the right colors to finish the freakin thing this time). But the pain has been so bad I've stopped for the past few days...and it bothers me when I can't finish a project. Right now as I type I have to go slow because my fingers are swollen to twice their size, and I feel like theres little fires happening in the joints. I also noticed with amusement that I have a finger that is starting to get kind of crooked. Well, arthritis runs in the family, and I suspect that I have a touch of it..not enough to make me stay in bed, but enough to make me take 2 ibuprofen in the morning. I waited for them to work, and realized to my dismay that they didn't help at all...but I waited til the evening and I took 2 more. I dislike taking medications, mainly because I have to daily...so anything other than the regular meds totally sucks ass. I do think my carpal tunnel syndrome is resurfacing in my right wrist again, which bothers me somewhat. It is a strange feeling when you can't feel any sensation in your hand for extended periods of time.
Anyhoo..I think I'm due for another chiro appointment..perhaps a tune up will help me feel better. I am noting that I haven't had to see the chiropractor for quite a while this time. The back rest on my chair helps immensely...now for a pillow for my bed.
Lately my Mom has decided to sort thru stuff in the apartment we live in (above the restaurant), and clear out some clutter. I realized tonight at how clever Mom was in Tetrising stuff into closets. My room for instance was so crammed full of shit, it was almost impossible to squeeze me and my meager belongings into it. Tonight I went through the closet, and discovered, propped against the back wall..a dining room table..you know the kind..with the dropleaf, and heavy as all get out?I also had a 2 dresser drawer crammed full of pictures Mom and Dad never got around to putting in photo albums...I leafed through a few photos, and was dismayed to find my infamous Grade 8 photo with the afro 'do...damn it..I thought I had ripped all those ugly pics up. I did find a baby photo of me...though the picture is kind of blurry...I only have a few baby photos in existence, as most were destroyed in a fire when I was a kid. Saw some adorable toddler pictures of my sis N...then I thought I would keep the dresser in my room. Maybe I could put them into albums. I could make copies too for everyone, and for the old Polaroid photos I could scan them onto my comp and save them to disk.
So I put those photos away because they were distracting me from cleaning my room...came across some books that I used to own years ago and left at home. I have to say that I probably have more books than articles of clothing...and I have lots of clothes. Right now in my room I have probably close to 50 or more books stashed...thats not including a cabinet in the dining room where I stashed the rest of them..books I'd been collecting for the past 10 years. Pretty scary. Dad had called tonight and I had mentioned our task , and he suggested I box up my books and bring them to the house. I told him absolutely not. The one rule I have is wherever I stay my books stay too. I have spent years collecting books, and especially plays, mainly ancient texts translated(Greek and Roman theatre). Every time I go to a book store, I end up buying as many books as I can..and whatever plays they have there that I don't have in my collection, I snatch up right away. I think if I were to have a copy of every book, play,etc I ever read in my life, Moms new house wouldn't be big enough to put them all. I love to read..in fact that is the next thing I love best besides theatre..and something I do quite well, thanks. One little dream I have which to others may sound a little coo coo, but who gives a shit...I wish that someday I could buy myself a house, and do up one of the rooms as my own personal library...with the bookcases actually built into the wall, an nice easy chair maybe a fireplace to relax by on winter nights, and I even want the ladder on wheels so I can slide from one top shelf to another to get the book I want. Its been a little dream of mine for as long as I can remember. A room filled with thousands upon thousands of books. Not a computer room..in fact the only thing I'd allow electric in there is the light. Just quite, cozy solitude, curled up in a nice chair, reading a book. Sigh. Thinking about it always makes me feel better. How about you? What little dream do you have? It doesn't have to be your biggest dream..just a smaller one that you'd like to see happen someday. For me, I may not have the dream exactly how I want mine..yet, but I am getting a bookcase in which to stash my hardcover and paperback beauties. So for the time being, as I live "in the meantime", that will make me feel better. So please share..until then...stay warm!