OUCH! Ouch ouch ouchety-ouch OUCH, does that damn hip HURT!
Stupidly, the human took off for the park this afternoon with the corgi leading the way. We got about halfway around when I realized I was damn near crippled!
Didn’t seem to hurt THAT much when we started out. But it just got worse and worse and worse as we proceeded.
This evening, in a couple of hours, M’hijito schleps me to the hated physical therapy studio. GAWD, but I loathe that stuff. An hour or 90 minutes of hup-hup-hup-hup-hup-hup, most of it hurting with every move.
It does seem to help though. Some. Trouble is. the “some” part doesn’t last any length of time. By the next morning (these sessions take place in the evening), once again I can barely limp from the bedroom to the bathroom.
A dose of ibuprofen seems to help. Some…. Trouble is, it seems to make me kinda sick, too. Which would you prefer:
*Can’t crawl across the room”? or
“Get into that damn bathroom before you barf all over the floor”?
Ibuprofen makes my ears whistle, too. And just now, they’re wailing like an air-raid siren: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Jeez! Stop the world! I wanna get off!