Should I Stay, Or Should I Run?

Tie o’ Yesterday saw I was in a panic, and suggested I put my running shoes on to make a quick escape from the house, because Suzanne had told me that after she got home from work she was gonna put makeup on my old face for the TIE O’ THE DAY post. I had promised y’all I would do it, and I will. Well, I was not quite psyched up for that to happen yet. I’m working on it. But it turns out I didn’t need to run. I got out of the whole deal another way yesterday: my entire torso took a step back in my recovery. I’ve been touting how well my recovery is going, and I suppose I should have knocked on wood or thrown salt over my shoulder, or whatever else you do to ward off bad mojo when you brag about how lucky you are. Yesterday was the worst day I’ve had in over a month. I hurt. I’m uncomfortable. I’m miserable. (And I’m worried I’m not gonna be healthy enough to go on vacation as scheduled in three weeks.) Today, my body feels only slightly better. I don’t think I did anything to cause this whatever-it-is. The day before, I did a bit of lifting, but nothing more than a couple of pounds: a stack of five books; a bag of two packs of Popsicles; a few bottles of water in a bag; a fluffy new dog bed for Skitter. And nothing hurt at the end of that day, despite me doing all that not-bigly lifting. But I’m sitting here wondering if what’s going on in my innards is just a normal part of healing, or should I call 911. Nah, it’s not 911-worthy. Anyhoo… That’s why I didn’t write a second post yesterday. I know y’all missed seeing the second piece of neckwear o’ the day. I can assure you that my makeup pic is coming up as soon as I quit groaning long enough for Suzanne to slather makeup on my happy face. Last week when I told her it would make a hilarious post photo, she immediately ran up the stairs and came back down with a dozen cosmetic bags. There’s no stopping her now. I just hope I don’t end up looking like I’ve been to the mortician.