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It’s not that I spoke too soon…yesterday WAS a banner day of feel-goodness…but I went to bed last night in so much pain. Richard covered my hip in ice packs and after about an hour of wincing and moaning, I was able to fall asleep. I woke up even worse. I tried to cross my ankles and felt like my hip was popping right out of my leg. The bursa on the trochanter is inflamed and my nerves are having a fireworks show all up and down my leg.
I am so, so tired of this.
So exhausted from the pain.
So worn out from hurting.
I don’t even know what to do anymore.
Actually, I do. I am going to get serious about a poultice. I am going to have to sleep with a poultice on my hip until this is better.
It worked for Alma Smith, surely it will work for me, right?
I'm Tracy, a mama with big dreams, crazy ideas, loads of laughter, an insatiable desire to learn, and enormous piles of laundry.
