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It feels as if I should be breaking open a fortune cookie with "You will wake from a semi-nightmare with a back that spasms at the slightest movement and a hip that needs to be treated like spun glass."
The hip is old news, I even *gasp* saw my doctor about it over a year ago. She told me to go to Physio which I still have yet to do. (Sacral-Iliac Joint Dysfunction, say that 5 times fast) I'm one of those people that must drive doctors crazy. I'll ignore pain and/or problems until they just hurt too much then I'll go get it checked. If the pain ends up retreating to tolerable levels, I'll start ignoring it again.
Which is what happened to my hip in the past year. It went from dragging myself up the stairs with my arms because my hip wouldn't take my weight to normal except when I try to turn over in bed at night. Ignore it land. It's flaring a little bit lately, not a big deal in itself. What's been bad is my back lately. In the mornings I'll drag my sorry ass out of bed and it will spasm on the smallest movements. Picking up my coffee cup hurts!
Ahh well. It's gotten to the point that I finally called my doctor, so I'm heading out to Toronto in a couple weeks. Until then I'll dose myself with Advil as infrequently as I can manage and take each morning as it comes.
I'm really off on a bunch of emails and stuff for SkyWorks that I should get started on soon. Plus there's a rant I've been tossing around in my head most of this weekend I want to post a bit later.
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