Friday morning I had a follow up appointment for my foot. The cortisone shot I got last month did not help much. But Dr. T disagreed with me, even though I have been in a lot of pain, she felt that it helped with the swelling. Besides, other than surgery it is my only option right now. So I took another needle to my big toe joint. And this time I really felt it, yikes that sucker hurt. But unlike last month I do have some relief. I did forget to mention that we found out last month that my big toes do not bend due to arthritis (go me!), and that is the main cause of my pain. Especially since both feet hurt and I did not hurt my left foot. I am waiting for approval for an MRI, Dr. T wants to make sure that there are no fractures on my right big toe. Highly unlikely since the left also hurts but she wants to make sure. Because the only option right now is surgery, and the recovery is long, I might be in pain for a while. I have no desire to wear a boot to work for two months,then have four months before full recovery. We will see what happens.
I rushed from my appointment and had some shopping to do before picking SS up early from school for her appointment. SS had her PACE (pre-anesthesia consultation and education) appointment. SS will have a brain MRI April 25 at Loma Linda University Medical Center. No matter how many times we reassured SS that it was going to be the easiest appointment ever, the girl was not buying it. Poor thing was a hot mess, worked herself into a frenzy for nothing.
I was very surprised that JJ, who has a scary memory like SS, did not have a recollection of the place. We would stop at leasT once a month, so that is weird for him to draw a blank. Although our appointment was at 2:00 p.m., traffic was a nightmare. I was not looking forward to the freeway drive home. Then I remembered a short cut we used to take between Moreno Valley and Loma Linda, but could not recall how to get there. Our hiking friend lived in Colton, at the beginning (or end depending) of the short cut. I wanted to do that rather than be stuck for God knows how long in bumper to bumper hell. I texted P about it, he recalled me driving him through it once but no idea how to get there. He then mentioned the nudist community in the middle of the canyon. That was it for me. I recalled the name, looked it up, and through the magic of the Internet JJ and I got a trip down memory lane.
But things change significantly in fifteen years. The Reche Canyon drive was quick, and not much to see but brown, as JJ said. There was a religious retreat up a hill, the nudist ranch, about two houses, and at the end as you take the hill up to Moreno Valley, a house. I remembered it well, because they had a little kid, about three, who was frequently out on his dirt bike. Holy has that place changed. It's completely developed, and a lot of vegetation. I have fond memories of riding through that canyon with JJ on a motocross bike, and not the type you pedal.Good memories, and now I get to share with SS.