A couple of weeks ago I started noticing a little hitch in my giddy-up. It felt as though someone had tied a string to my left hip and run it down my leg, pinning it to my ankle; and then they yanked the sucker as tight as possible. I figured it would work itself out, but apparently, not so much. I can stand, I can lay down, but the transition is hell. Sitting only works with finesse, and usually involves a few choice words. Even with regular chiropractic care, it’s getting worse. I finally broke down and have spent the last two days on ibuprofen. I never take any sort of pain killer, so man, life has been pretty as of late. All my massage friends are either busy, out of town or very very pregnant and my acupuncturist isn’t available until after the first. So I’m not sure what the next step is, but I’m thinking it involves a big ol’ margarita and some hard core cursing.
In other news, Anya is getting curls (YAY!) and the garden is exploding with growth. We were out watering and wandering today when I looked up and discovered Anya was trucking off across the yard, heading for the slope with wild abandon, a pair of shorts clutched in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. She’s really into this walking gig. She’s gotten so fast, I can hardly keep up with her (especially with the leg giving me such trouble). She and Lily are becoming fast friends, delighting in and fighting with each other on a regular basis. A couple of months ago, Anya had Mark and I rolling with laughter when she finally retaliated against her sisters poking and prodding by lunging at Lily, letting out a guttural growl as she attacked and stunning Lily into falling over. That little bit of her personality is making itself more apparent now that she’s got walking all figured out. She’s courageous, wild, funny and just... amazing. I’m starting to know who they are, figure out what motivates them and understand what makes them tick: my little fearless wonder and her poet big sister. They leave me breathless with wonder, watching them as they puzzle out the world around them.
But enough of that mushy stuff; I really must get to bed. The pain killers are starting to wear off and I don’t have the heart to start drinking. Besides, Mark and I have a date tomorrow (lunch and a show) and I don't wanna look any more tired than required.