Yet another day I am thinking about mutton. Specifically, ram burgers.
Remember this past summer when that darned Elvis rammed me twice? Well, he must have damaged my coccyx pretty good, because every once in awhile I step in a hole or carry a feed bag wrong and there I am again - in pain.
Sunday and yesterday were the worst it has ever been. I even missed work. I never take aspirin or acetaminophen, but yesterday, I took both - and sat with a heat pad and hobbled around like an old lady and tried every stretch I could stand without screaming. Believe me, I hobbled out to the sheep barn and gave Elvis the evil eye, too. I didn't expect that to help anything, but it sure improve my mood.
My son even had to drive today because I am too sore to even attempt the clutch, although I am at work today. For someone who prides herself on her strength and stoicism when in pain, I sure have been acting like a baby. I couldn't sit at home and look at all the stuff that needed to be done - too frustrating. I can't sit (or lay down) anywhere without pain, so I might as well sit at work in pain and grade papers and give the kids a laugh as I move around like a 100 year old with osteoporosis.