My leg is killing me, tonight. I have it propped up on pillows as I lay here, trying to figure out what I did to make this happen. I have inspected, there's no bruise and it's not swollen. Can't remember a collision with anything and I've been limping around for most of the day only for it to get worse.
What if it's because of something horrible? I ask. Gimky! my husband rolls his eyes as he tries to finish working, don't freak yourself out over something silly. Don't you feel sorry for me? I implore as I limp to brush my teeth. I want to vomit when I try to put any weight on this leg! And yes, that means no hanky-panky tonight!! We both laugh our heads off.
He came and brought me some ibuprofen and encouraged me to take a bath. I'm too tired and me, of all people, popped the 2 pills without any resistance.
Why can't I just accept the smooth sailing when it happens and believe that some of our problems can be small and solvable?
Leap Year
1 week ago
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