A cranky hip and other facts of life

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A mug rug in the making. Love those bright colours, courtesy of my youngest daughter.

The train wreck that was my back is now the lingering downed power pole that is my left hip. I am grateful that the entirety of my lower back is amenable to movement, but disappointed at the hip. Can one be disappointed in a body part? I'm sure it's doing the best it can....

Ahem. Whatever is going on, I am underway to discovering the cause of the discomfort, so we'll see where that rabbit hole ends. If nothing else, I am getting over the cold that invariably came my way (of course that was inevitable), and TRULY GLAD my husband agreed that getting baby chicks could wait. Postponing that life alteration occurred after I sliced my finger cleaning the top of the metal feed trough; the underside of the metal made me shout, then bleed, then decide that no matter how eagerly we've waited, baby chicks would be better acquired when we were both healthy (hip not included). By the end of yesterday, when all this drama occurred, I was quite relieved to have made that executive decision, my finger no longer ached, and on goes another day in the life of an erstwhile author, active (hand) quilter, and eventual proprietor of poultry.

Well that's a mouthful and a half! Sometimes it's how life rolls, BAM BAM BAM as though once again I was in my thirties, able to withstand multiple knocks sans blinking. But I'm not that woman anymore. Fifty-nine isn't treating me so fine, LOL, what with the shingles and wonky right knee now topped by Mystery Left Hip Ailment. Not to grouse overtly, but suddenly I'm feeling...old. Yup, that's the long and short of it. I'm old, the body is griping, and I really should take some ibuprofen.

Okay, that's done. My goodness, am I turning into one of those Hey, it's time for pain pills kind of gals? I don't know at this stage. At this stage.... What stage is that exactly? The pre-sixties stage, where I've been for several years, butting up against how time suddenly turns into a precious commodity, etc, etc, etc. All right, not to be an alarmist, but yeah, our bodies, no matter how well we care for them, are all headed for an end. The End, some end! And as a previously mostly healthy sort of person, several ailments within a relatively short span is a BFD; big fat drag.

Although, it's better than not being at all.

Which, of course, is the true END. And if all that immediately suffers (besides myself) is that we don't get baby chicks when originally planned, that is FINE! F-I-N-E fine, let me repeat while gently flexing my left ankle, then bending my left knee, noting a small sensation of discomfort in doing so.

Snapped this the other day while adjusting a manuscript. From Gracious Mysteries (an apt phrase if ever there was one to describe my current situation) in the That Which Can Be Remembered series. Is it time to write something new yet???

So yeah, that's life here. Which is fine other than my hip and knee. Weather is warming up for our neck of the woods, but further inland it's going to be HOT, and I'm grateful (there's that word again) to be right where I am. Along the North Coast, cranky hip and all. Have a terrific weekend, and be gentle on those joints, as they truly are doing the best they can.

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