It's never fun waking up in the middle of the night with a leg cramp. There's no gradual, gentle waking. One minute you're asleep, and the next second you're wide awake with this vice like grip on your leg. So you do a little lest and try to move your foot in the right direction to stretch it out. But one move in the wrong direction and you're stuffed. You're a goner. I had a shocker last night. Right in the calf muscle. And after it had released it's grip I tried to stand up to get a drink and every time I put that foot on the ground it just wanted to go again. This morning when I got up it felt as if someone had given my leg a good beating with a metal pole.
I didn't think I would be able to climb up and down a ladder all day so I thought I'd have to put off the painting.
I don't think I've complained about painting for a couple of days. So I'll do that now as well. Although I'm not really complaining because the end is in sight. I think I'll finish tomorrow. It's been a massive job. So I won't bother complaining, I'll just say that gripping a paintbrush for 5 or 6 hours every day for 5 weeks is not good for arthritic fingers. I think my pinkie is permanently paralysed into a curled position.
But the three bedrooms are looking spectacular. Lizzies in particular. She's just waiting on her blinds now and she's done. Photos coming when I can lift my arms to use the camera.
It looks much better than it did at this stage. When it was like this and she was in there laying on her matress she looked a bit like Cinderalla. Looked like we might lock her in there each night. Mind you, she could've put a sheet on. That would've looked much better.