Nothing funny about feldspar

Part of the fallout of my back issue (arthritis in my sacroiliac joint and spine, with a “slightly” slipped disc — physical therapy resumes next week) is a weird numbness on left hip. Hip? Well, you know, outside left edge, about where I bend when I sit. Near the top of my leg, right where the elastic of my underwear ends up.

Which is a problem, because even though it’s numb, it’s not all numb. So when I’ve done too much (like walked around the grocery store), the wearing of elastic-banded panties becomes extremely uncomfortable.

I went to the local discount mega-store and saw they have long-line underpants, the kind your great-granny might wear if she were still wearing cotton-knit bloomers instead of nylon panties. These are great — no elastic except for the waistband. I checked the little size chart, figured what I should wear, and bought a pair. I got them home and put them on … Who are these made for?? I’m not underweight by any stretch of the imagination. ANY STRETCH of your imagination would not make me not overweight … and pulled the “waist” up to my chest.

Oh. My. God. The increased availability of “Plus size” clothing didn’t mean much to me. The better selection of wide-width shoes didn’t mean much to me. This… this… duffel of an undergarment has shown me more than almost anything that Americans are obese.

I’d better wash these in hot water and shrink them a bit. And I think I’ll skip having that brownie for dessert, if you don’t mind.