I developed a sore hip yesterday around midday. I wondered what the fuck? Is this a sign of what is to come? Maybe I'd been sitting around too much? But, I haven't been sitting around anymore than usual.
It's true, I haven't been to the gym in a couple of weeks, bad me. Maybe my body was reacting to that? Oh yeah, nice thought, or convenient thought, as it wasn't so nice. What do I think I am a professional athlete? My gym routine, or the cessation of such, wouldn't even trigger the slightest case muscle memory.
So, what? It was back to falling apart and being in a wheel chair before I know it. It was truly a sad prospect, I never thought it would go that way.
Anyway, this morning I woke up early. I was cogitating on a problem at work. Don't you hate that when work interferes with your private life? I know I do. So, I was up way too goddam fucking early this morning, and when I'd made myself a coffee and gingerly sat my lazy arse down on the couch, it all suddenly came back to me.
Monday afternoon, taking the dogs for a walk, Otto had charged ahead trying to say hello to some dog, or something and he tripped me up and I landed on that hip. Smack! Crash! Oh, that was a relief. There was a reason, I'd just forgotten all about it. Well, I mean it was embarrassing when everyone in the street turned to look at me having gone down like a bag of shit on the footpath. No wonder I put it right out of my mind.
Anyway, it was a relief to know I didn't have early onset Osteoporosis, or bone cancer, or malignant arthritis, or whatever. Big smile.
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