Okay, I’ll admit it up front: This post is just a bit of pure, organic, all-natural, raw whine. Be grateful that you don’t have to listen to it! What’s a blog for if not some self-indulgent complaining on occasion?!?
I had a bit of an accident on Friday. Conrad and I were playing “goalie”: I kick the tennis ball into the mudroom, under the hanging baby gate, and he scrambles to get it. It’s great fun — normally.
This time, however, I kicked a bit too hard while standing on clean hardwood in hiking socks. The result was that I fell on my upper butt / lower back — really, really hard. I laid on the floor moaning like an old woman for a few minutes, with Paul hovering over me worriedly. It seemed like ages before I could even think about rising, although I’m sure it was only a few minutes.
I’ve not broken anything, as far as I know. I don’t even have a bruise. (I wuz robbed!) However, all the muscles along the top-back of my hips are strained. Oddly, I can walk downhill (or down the stairs) just fine, but walking uphill (or up the stairs) hurts with every step.
That probably sounds worse than it is. The pain isn’t terrible or anything, just annoying. And it’s getting better — albeit slowly. I’m certainly not going to be doing anything strenuous this week.
Hence: grumble-grumble, piss-and-moan, boo hoo, grump-grump.
Good, now I feel better!