My ex-mother-in-law used to use that phrase and it's an apt one for this moment.

I went to work on Monday, after falling into the hole.  I figured if I just babied it a little bit, I'd be ok, but I failed to think about how ridiculously far away my office is from...  well... everything.  Babying it or not, by the end of the day IT HURT.  It hurt a lot and I was almost in tears pretty much whenever I moved.  I could stand ok, or sit ok, but moving from one position to another wreaked havoc on my joints.

I took yesterday off of work, and that was (emotionally) almost more painful than the physical symptoms of my leg.  The pain moved through my left side.  It appears to be working its way up my leg.  So on Tuesday, my ankle didn't really hurt anymore, but my knee really did and my hip started to.  Today I'm not in so much pain, especially in the knee, but my hip is a little wonky.

I was bored to tears all day yesterday.  I spent a lot of time playing guitar and finishing my new song (which is done and it is GOOD).  Of course, I can't go to the open mic tonight and play it, because I should not, by any means, be walking as far as the Lark Tavern is...  either direction, but especially both.  I think that's the most horrible aspect of this whole hole ordeal...  not being able to play and having something new that I'm really excited about.

I don't think I'm really limping today, and I'm not really in actual pain anymore, but my left side is still a bit achy and I'm not walking right.  I realize that, at this moment, I have a hitch in my gitalong. 

~FG };^>