Drive-by whining
Sorry for utter lack of communication, but law school is busy-making. Anyway.
My right hip decided not to work (usual fashion), this morning, without any fucking warning so I couldn't run to a yoga class and fix it. Usually I have one day of not-so-bad, where if I can get to yoga that usually makes it not get any worse, or if I don't, then 2-3 days of ow, and then I'm fine. But oh, no, I had to go straight to 'ow' this time, to the point where I can barely walk and I've been stuck on the couch since about 1:30 this afternoon (seven hours, at this point). (Although I did get up once to feed the cats, get some water, and use the restroom. That, um. Hurt like hell.)
I am going stir-fucking-crazy. I mean, I'm perfectly capable of sitting on the couch for vast periods of time, but I was going to cook dinner and go to yoga and wash clothes and all sorts of other fucking things. But nooooooooo, I have to sit on my ass because if I fucking stand up, I feel like someone's jabbing a red-hot poker in my right butt cheek.
At least I'm not at the "irrational crying because I can't do anything else" stage. It may be because I swallowed an Aleve. Fuck it.
In less sucky news, I do love Law Students for Reproductive Justice. Also my Con Law II professor.
My right hip decided not to work (usual fashion), this morning, without any fucking warning so I couldn't run to a yoga class and fix it. Usually I have one day of not-so-bad, where if I can get to yoga that usually makes it not get any worse, or if I don't, then 2-3 days of ow, and then I'm fine. But oh, no, I had to go straight to 'ow' this time, to the point where I can barely walk and I've been stuck on the couch since about 1:30 this afternoon (seven hours, at this point). (Although I did get up once to feed the cats, get some water, and use the restroom. That, um. Hurt like hell.)
I am going stir-fucking-crazy. I mean, I'm perfectly capable of sitting on the couch for vast periods of time, but I was going to cook dinner and go to yoga and wash clothes and all sorts of other fucking things. But nooooooooo, I have to sit on my ass because if I fucking stand up, I feel like someone's jabbing a red-hot poker in my right butt cheek.
At least I'm not at the "irrational crying because I can't do anything else" stage. It may be because I swallowed an Aleve. Fuck it.
In less sucky news, I do love Law Students for Reproductive Justice. Also my Con Law II professor.