Ooh, look at me, I'm using modern lingo in my blog...I guess I'm not teetering toward the geriatric crowd just yet.
All I can say is...or maybe scream? Yes, screaming is good, "MY HIP HURTS."
Combine that with the utter exhaustion of training a new co-worker, and I've thought myself pretty good if I don't fall asleep (on the couch it would seem) before 9PM. Right, so no pretty Rosca de Reyes picture this year. I know, I know, I disappoint.
Oh and a note to myself:
DON'T sit in the hard chair for hours on end when training. Like you did yesterday. You will not be able to get up. Your hip will make awful noises. Your knee will give out later in the day.
Yes, this is still to do with that bit of bother at the end of August. When that big truck and my wee little bicycle collided? Fun. But I get to see someone new and more specialized on Wednesday. At first I was scared it will hurt far more before I get better...after hobbling around this morning? If he suggests cutting out my hip, I will supply the hacksaw.