I started out the day not even wanting to get out of bed, but I hauled myself out of my warm comfort before 8 o'clock anyway (8 is late for me). By the time I was washing the breakfast dishes about two hours later, my right hip was really hurting. I had aggravated it last evening. I was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, in front of one of the cabinets attempting to organize a few thing and when I went to get up, I leaned to the right and it felt like what I imagine it must feel like when someone jams a knife into you. So anyway, that carried over into today. (Those BC powders really helped, but I can still feel the ol' Lymie hip...)
Not only was I in pain, but I was dealing with what rather felt like emotional herxing. Then, on top of that, I found out one of my friends had flipped his pick-up truck (it rolled at least three times) and hadn't yet gotten to the hospital to get checked out. He could have been killed, easy. His neck was hurting him badly and he had had blood in one of his ears, so it is possible he has some internal bleeding. I pray not...
So yes...I had a rough morning. Thankfully, while I am still not completely up to snuff, I am feeling better. I think the good cry I had helped. Odd how crying makes one feel better, emotionally, that is. Doesn't seem to do a huge amount of good for the physical pain. (Speaking of which, I have to get out of the habit of sitting with my right leg tucked under me because that makes my hip discomfort worse.)
Ah, well. I really should go wash up the lunch dishes. (You know, I'm not exactly sure that I actually finished up in the kitchen this morning...That is something we Lymie's have to deal with, sometimes more than others, is carry through. Finishing a job. There are times it take me three or four tries before I complete something because I get sidetracked while doing it. Most of the time, I do actually finish what I start though...I think.)