Hip still ow, film at eleven

Sleep last night was sketchy until late. We may be looking up the process on how to report food-borne illness for a new place that Belovedest tried when playing Stunt Librarian. I fed Kittenpants in the morning, who then came and sat on Belovedest in guard position until, I assume, put downstairs by Alex. We were both largely asleep until 1-ish.

I'm going to need to charge up my car battery again, which means some kind of driving around. I will probably get Belovedest's phone and Pokemon-catcher to bring with me, because just as they were thinking about becoming upright, their driving leg decided to cramp. I gave them applesauce, ginger ale, corned beef hash, and a multivitamin. (We don't reliably have bananas in the house; nightshades are on The List of things I need to be careful of because spiro is potassium-sparing; potatoes are a nightshade; corned beef hash is easy to cook for me even when my leg is acting up.)

(later)
Belovedest was feeling better enough to exercise my car. My driving hip is not doing that much better, and I was kind of woozy all afternoon until I napped. Applying a massage tool apparently helped, but the contrast between the parts of me that are feeling better and the parts that aren't are still pretty bad. I'm probably going to lie down again, since I've had enough applesauce to take ibuprofen and my evening pills.