An hour ago I went up to bed. I was tired; I have to get up at 6:00 am and I needed to get to sleep. Unfortunately, I am still awake. Tired, but awake. It's all because of the twist.
Last week I was in Phoenix attending the annual global managers' meeting for IT managers. We had a talent show on Wednesday night and afterwards a band played. Between the good music and the open bar the IT managers let down their hair and boogied.
I love to dance. I can't do anything you'd classify as a real, official dance move, I just hop and jump and gyrate around till I exhaust myself beyond the ability to get back up after sitting one out. I was out on the dancefloor doing my version of the twist when *BAM* a shot of incredible hot, sharp pain lanced through my left hip. The *BAM* is pretty descriptive, it felt like I'd been shot. The thing is, rather than stop dancing and look for an icepack to go lay down with, since I could, I kept pretending I can dance. For well over another hour I continued to hop about the floor like a hyperkinetic bunny on crack. I blame it on Fat Tire Ale. And all the similarly inebrieated guys that, for reasons unfathomable, kept asking me to dance.
I really should have known better. Now 4 days later the hip hurts almost as much as it did on day 1 (although between the hip, hangover and lack of sleep, the hip ranked #3 and wasn't my biggest problem of the day) So if I lay on my right side it hurts because it's just hanging out there; on my left side it's pressing into the bad mattress and I never could sleep on my back or stomach. So, here I am, writing about it for a lack of anything better to do.
I should digress a bit, because I don't think the hip thing is entirely a single injury incident, rather I fear it's the harbinger of bad things ahead. For several months now my left hip aches at night when I lay on my left side; I blamed the mattress which I bought about 15 years ago and really really need to replace. What I have been dreading is that the arthritis that runs maternally back to at least my grandmother (it doesn't seem like great-gramma had it, she was pretty nimble as I recollect) is beginning to rear it's ugly head.
Oh, and about a month ago I was shopping with Erin, took a mis-step in the parking lot and for a while I thought I had broken my foot. So I've been walking a bit funny and maybe have been putting a weird stress on the hip. The pain subsided the day I hurt it and it seemed to be all better about a week after that but it got twinge-y too after Wednesday night's dance fever subsided. I'll be making a doctor's appointment to get this looked into, but I'm certainly apprehensive. Oh well. Guess it's time to try and get to sleep.
Posted by Dawno at June 27, 2004 11:23 PM