So yesterday I was whining about the excruciatingly sore hip and speculating that it must be dislocating and figuring that dammit I was gonna have to go to ANOTHER doctor and gaaaaaaaahhhh!
…and…uhm…
now???
Now, as we scribble, I sit on the sofa without one twinge of pain.
Naaaaahhhh…must be a hallucination.
Get off the (formerly pained) duff. Follow the dog around the house.
Nary a stab of pain.
WTF? Visit Wonder Cleaning Lady, who’s mopping the floors preparatory to making her escape. Pick up a tiny scrap off the tiles that got missed as she vacuumed.
Nary a stab of pain.
WTF, indeed???
Seriously: All that ouch that hurt so much every time I took a deep breath…the wondrous pain that made me feel I need to drive across the city to visit yet another doctor: IT’S GONE!
As in completely gone.
Getting up off the sofa and walking around the house does NOT make it come back.
Picking up a tiny piece of litter off the soon-to-be incredibly clean floor does NOT make it come back.
Following the dawg around does NOT make it come back.
This is weird.
It hurt royally when I got out of the sack this morning: every bit as much as it was hurting yesterday. Enough that yes, I did figure to call the doc’ and arrange an appointment and probably have to put my son up to driving the car out to his place. Or hire someone to schlep me out there.
Wow.
If it stays gone…well…what kinda miracle will THAT be?
I figure it wouldn’t go away and stay quiescent for several hours if there weren’t at least a good chance that it’s gonna heal up.
Sure do hope so!!!