Hip hip hooray
Dec. 3rd, 2012 08:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lblanchardAfter plaguing me to the point that I was beginning to think about calling the doctor (two weeks of escalating discomfort) my hip is suddenly back to that "recovering from an insult" kind of stiffness this morning.
This is a huge relief. My mother had a misbehaving hip for about the last eight years of her life and complained about it bitterly. (The fact that she was religiously opposed to as much as a regular walk may have had something to do with it. She lived less than two blocks from her church and drove there, for crying out loud!) I most certainly don't want to grow up to be like my mother in that respect.
I especially didn't want to be sidelined while the kids are here, which is this coming Thursday through Sunday. Which means some preparation. So Roy and I took the bus to into town to buy important things -- toner cartridges, transit passes, etc., and then spent an eternity in a Trader Joes checkout line. After that we came home and cleaned the upstairs sitting room -- removing what must have been a year's worth of dead jade plant, Schlumbergera, begonia, and coleus drippings, opening up and vaccuuming the icky bits of the sleeper sofa, etc. My hip appears to have liked the workout.
This is a huge relief. My mother had a misbehaving hip for about the last eight years of her life and complained about it bitterly. (The fact that she was religiously opposed to as much as a regular walk may have had something to do with it. She lived less than two blocks from her church and drove there, for crying out loud!) I most certainly don't want to grow up to be like my mother in that respect.
I especially didn't want to be sidelined while the kids are here, which is this coming Thursday through Sunday. Which means some preparation. So Roy and I took the bus to into town to buy important things -- toner cartridges, transit passes, etc., and then spent an eternity in a Trader Joes checkout line. After that we came home and cleaned the upstairs sitting room -- removing what must have been a year's worth of dead jade plant, Schlumbergera, begonia, and coleus drippings, opening up and vaccuuming the icky bits of the sleeper sofa, etc. My hip appears to have liked the workout.
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Date: 2012-12-03 02:00 pm (UTC)Glad you are better!
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Date: 2012-12-03 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-03 06:24 pm (UTC)I've had several bouts of hip discomfort verging on "uh-oh, maybe this needs professional help," and I at least thought -- such is the pattern-matching behavior of the human brain -- that shoes were involved. I don't wear heels, but I try to get the most out of my walking shoes, and I've been painfully trained by one hip and the knee on the other side that this is Not Acceptable.
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Date: 2012-12-03 07:29 pm (UTC)I should probably add that ibuprofen may be masking the pain. I'm not about to find out right now.