I thought I had just pulled a muscle, or perhaps my lady parts had decided to finally fall apart, but this morning it dawned on me that the pain is in the exact spot that I had so much trouble with in times past.
I'm blaming the salad.
So it looks like today will be spent in the Happy Chair with lots and lots of fluids and some Tylenol. If that doesn't do the trick, I'll call my doc and see about getting some pictures and an antiobiotic on board.
Damn, drat, and phooey.
Do you think this is the universe's way of telling me that it's time to stitch again? I haven't had needle and thread in hand for what feels like weeks now. I suspect that me not stitching, not reading, not cooking, etc etc is what's causing this mess.
Or maybe it was just a sunflower seed.
Anywhoose...time to remedy the situation toot sweet. I simply cannot afford to fall apart now. There is too much to do and this whole new life to get started!