Ow!

[beowabbit]

Well, the hip was much improved by the time I went to bed last night. It was much worse this morning. And it was a lot worse after I got into my car. [EDIT: Drove it to the T station and took the T to work, which was at least three mistakes.]

Had to take a taxi to tonight’s Poly Boston dinner (which was lovely; I treated the haze of pain I was in with a haze of wine) and from there to plumtreeblossom’s place, but I’m done having to move very far for a while. And with some luck, I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, and without some luck, at least I have a doctor’s appointment scheduled for Thursday.

‘Codeine... bourbon.’ —reported last words of Tallulah Bankhead

Comments

[cathijosephine.livejournal.com]

This is No Good. How can I help?

[beowabbit]

Thanks! My hip was still bad this morning, but it’s been steadily improving over the course of the day, and I don't think I need help any more. Yesterday I was really wishing I had my crutches (took the cane rather than the crutches yesterday morning; then hurt myself worse getting into the car and didn’t realize how bad it was until I got out at the T station), but at this point I think I’m fine. Thank you, though!