Last Sunday as I was at the night job I was twitching my leg, when I heard something in my hip pop. I didn’t think anything about it at the time, until I got up. The pain was very unexpected as I have popped my hip before, although usually when laying down.
I hobbled around and was made fun of on Sunday at work. But still I didn’t think anything of it. Monday morning the pain was still there. So much so that I could only walk up the stairs at work one step at a time, leading with my right leg as my left leg REFUSED to co-operate. I spent the day being laughed at as twitching on a chair as the how I hurt myself is ridiculous. Most thought I hurt myself working out and in hindsight, I should have just gone with it.
I dragged myself into the night job on Monday (I keep writing that as Moanday). Spent a lot of time sitting, which might not have been the best decision. Went home, got in a fight with my oldest, sat some more and then cried real tears when I got up to walk to my bedroom. The pain was intense. Needless to say it took 10 minutes to make the journey. Managed to get myself into bed and was cold and could not fathom getting up again. At this point, I hollered at my child for help. She asked me if I put Tiger Balm on it. Now I hurt and felt foolish.
I rubbed Tiger Balm on my hip and took 2 Advil and still could not find a comfortable position to sleep in. I survived the night and woke up feeling better. I am still not 100% but I do feel significantly better. It goes without saying no exercise was done last week. I’m going to start off slowly tomorrow.
I have a new found respect for those struggling with physical limitations and pain. Pain is very humbling.