And in better news
Today, the pain is significantly reduced. On a scale of 1 to JEEBUS CHRIST it is down to about a 3. I walked the hubby to dinner for his birthday last night, and it wasn't until we were almost home that my right hip gave out, and even so today it all feels pretty good in comparison to where I've been. So, yay!
As the pain eases, I have noticed something that totally escaped my attention: the utter extermination of my libido. Now, that is alarming. My libido is always somewhat ... active. For it to disappear and me not to notice is astonishing. On the subway today I found myself checking out a fine specimen, in a detached way, and realized that 1) this is the first time I had done that in weeks, and 2) I still had no real interest in happy naked time. But I hope that this turns around quickly enough. I don't like feeling emasculated, but I guess a staggering blast of pain will make one feel less amorous, shall we say?
I'm going to the gym at lunch to work with a trainer on some stretching and hopefully loosening of things. As the joint pain subsides I am noticing that the muscles are very, very tender. Interestingly, the worst are my pecs and arms, where I have had no significant pain in the joints (other than right shoulder). I feel like I did the upper body workout from hell at some point a day or two ago. With any luck I can get that to relax and improve too.
I was up before the alarm clock today, and not due to pain. I just naturally woke up exactly one minute before the alarm. It was nice not to hit snooze and lay there and groan. I like that.
I know I've been a drag with these postings, but honestly I have felt under siege. My anticipated summer of fun has turned out to be anything but. However, I have a short vacation planned for mid-August and I am focusing my energy on that. That will be 10 tons of fun or someone is going to get hurt badly.
And, this weekend, the tacky temporary pool we built up in the country should have warmed up enough to actually be swimmable. We built a 16 foot round by four foot high temporary pool, but to fill it had to get water delivered from a nearby spring. The water temperature on delivery was about 55 degrees. That's "Titanic Victim Killing Temperature." By now it should have caught up close to air temperature, and I can float in it without going into cardiac arrest.
And I am booking a massage for Saturday to work on things further. Goal: be healed of this crap as quickly as possible. And the next week I am doing everything I can to get there. I WILL get back to normality if I have to sacrifice a goat to Beelzebub to do so. One of my neighbors has a goat that would do the job nicely.
Happy Wednesday!
As the pain eases, I have noticed something that totally escaped my attention: the utter extermination of my libido. Now, that is alarming. My libido is always somewhat ... active. For it to disappear and me not to notice is astonishing. On the subway today I found myself checking out a fine specimen, in a detached way, and realized that 1) this is the first time I had done that in weeks, and 2) I still had no real interest in happy naked time. But I hope that this turns around quickly enough. I don't like feeling emasculated, but I guess a staggering blast of pain will make one feel less amorous, shall we say?
I'm going to the gym at lunch to work with a trainer on some stretching and hopefully loosening of things. As the joint pain subsides I am noticing that the muscles are very, very tender. Interestingly, the worst are my pecs and arms, where I have had no significant pain in the joints (other than right shoulder). I feel like I did the upper body workout from hell at some point a day or two ago. With any luck I can get that to relax and improve too.
I was up before the alarm clock today, and not due to pain. I just naturally woke up exactly one minute before the alarm. It was nice not to hit snooze and lay there and groan. I like that.
I know I've been a drag with these postings, but honestly I have felt under siege. My anticipated summer of fun has turned out to be anything but. However, I have a short vacation planned for mid-August and I am focusing my energy on that. That will be 10 tons of fun or someone is going to get hurt badly.
And, this weekend, the tacky temporary pool we built up in the country should have warmed up enough to actually be swimmable. We built a 16 foot round by four foot high temporary pool, but to fill it had to get water delivered from a nearby spring. The water temperature on delivery was about 55 degrees. That's "Titanic Victim Killing Temperature." By now it should have caught up close to air temperature, and I can float in it without going into cardiac arrest.
And I am booking a massage for Saturday to work on things further. Goal: be healed of this crap as quickly as possible. And the next week I am doing everything I can to get there. I WILL get back to normality if I have to sacrifice a goat to Beelzebub to do so. One of my neighbors has a goat that would do the job nicely.
Happy Wednesday!