Learning life lessons… the hard way

When I get hurt, I’m like a cat. I don’t let on unless it’s impossible to hide. Pity parties aren’t my thing, so I suck it up and just cope with it. Usually that works, but sometimes it can backfire on me. This week was typical. A week ago, I thought I had pulled a muscle in my back. I had done something similar a couple months ago and figured I had moved wrong and aggravated the injury. I spent the week laying low and taking care of it the best I knew how: some herbal remedies and, when it got bad, some ibuprophen. To my credit, I had sorted it out pretty quickly and was almost back to normal. Or so I thought. Yesterday, just as I was returning to normal, something went terribly wrong, and there was a ridiculous amount of pain in my hip and thigh. The two ways I described it were that it felt like someone was stabbing … Read more…