When I got to Oregon last week, I stopped by my friend Barb's house for the night. We sat in bed drinking nigori out of wine glasses and nibbling on Valentines Day chocolate. She was having a hard time because she woke up that day with a swollen right hand. She was in a lot of pain and we sat trying to figure out what the problem could be. The doctor told her it was an infection on a cellular level and might require antibiotics.
I remembered that one time my mother had had the same problem. She woke up with a swollen, red hand one day and it went away of its own accord about a week later. Barb loaded up on vitamins, put a splint around it and we went to sleep. Just as I was falling into a road weary slumber, I suddenly remembered that during the same time my mother had a mysterious swollen hand, she had also confessed that she had been pilfering cash out of my sock drawer to pay some dental bills. I laughed out loud...
Caught red handed.
