After lying in bed for what seemed like hours - it was about 10 minutes, but let's say it was hours - after the movies with a nasty foot cramp, I finally got up to walk around on it on the cool floors to see if I could get some relief. But it just got worse! Grumpy tried to be helpful - and make me go away - by looking for the cold pack we keep in the freezer but only ended up grumping at me because he couldn't find it because the freezer is allegedly "full of crap" (how appetising). And, lest we forget, that huge container of frozen crabs Bezley sent up to him.
Then I remembered we have a first aid book in the house. I grabbed it and hobbled over to flop on the couch in the room we pretentiously refer to as 'the office' while Grumpy tapped away on the computer.
As it turned out there was no first aid advice for excruciatingly painful foot cramp, but there were two pages devoted to dealing with "bleeding from the palm of the hand". Would you be surprised to learn that this book was published by St John?
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And what, pray tell, is the cure for stigmata?
Did you try taking salt? I dunno, it works for my dad. He usually mixes it in orange juice, which sounds horrible, but he claims it works.
Quirkie: The cure for stigmata is probably a cup of tea, a Bex and a good lie down. As for bleeding from the palm of the hand - a hell of a lot of bandages.
Karen: Yes, salt. But I'd just had a bucket of popcorn so i refused. Just refused. I prefer a good grizzle to a cure any day.
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