Just call me "Grace"....
Not even one week ago, I had my mastiff pull me off my feet and drag me across the driveway and half the yard. In his defense, he was trying to protect me by going after another dog that had barked and snarled at me... none the less, I hurt in places I didn't know it was possible to hurt. Last night was my husband and my third anniversary - YAY for three years! - anyway, we went walking after dinner through a store... and I sat down on a bar stool to see if it would be one we would be interested in purchasing... and low and behold, my high heel caught in the lower support bar (No, I NEVER wear heels anymore, and I guess I totally forgot that high heels can do that) - but again, DOWN I GO... same hip, same side. OUCHIES. I mean seriously - OUCHIES.
I hurt. My hip hurts. It hurts to sit down. It hurts to walk. It hurts to do anything. I am not a happy girl. I just want to whine... and take pain killers.
Wish me luck throughout the rest of this move... I may not survive it if I keep falling on this same hip.