Where is my cane?

So, I like to think I’m She-Hulk sometimes.  And, I learned yesterday that I am not.

At some point in the past few days (which has included a lot of lifting and moving of things and what not) I sprained my hip. Now, the sprain is minor but still OMG Painful.  The day before yesterday, I started having a dull ache around my right hip, which just felt like a little cramp so I ignored it.  By the evening it felt a bit more crampy, so I decided to try and stretch to see if it would help and all it did was make it worse.

By yesterday morning, I was in a lot of pain.  I went to sit down and immediately had to stand back up because the pain was so bad from sitting.  I had to call my doctor.  I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but a 28 year old with a random hip pain was worrisome.

So I saw my doctor (well her partner; I’ve been with the same practice since I was 8, they all know me) and felt around, checked for hernia, bursitis, tendonitis, swelling, organ involvement.  He also saw me wince in pain as I sat on the exam table. He’s like, “you moved things you shouldn’t have, didn’t you? Don’t you have someone at home that can do that for you?”


But, I apparently, I really over did it.  The sprain isn’t major, but I am rocking a heating pad for about a week or so.  Devon’s getting a nice giggle out of my “old lady hip”, as he’s so lovingly calling it.  Butthead.  It’s okay, he’s on feeding Maya, dishwasher and bending duty until further notice.  Because I can’t/shouldn’t bend, so he can do all the bending for me.  🙂

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pack up my heating pad and my ibuprofen and go to work. And I do not carry an old lady purse.

Never a dull moment.

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