Today I am a bit better, but still took a pain pill this morning and have ice packs on my hips. If it were only my back, it wouldn’t be so bad. The back is easy—heating pad, ice pack, heating pad, ice pack. And sit up in a chair. And move around a bit. The hips are not so easy. Sitting is bad, even in a chair. Sitting up in bed is awful. Moving around seems to make it worse. Only lying down with heat or ice on both hips is good. And who wants to lie around all day. One day was fine, but today? No. I must be on the mend. I must be about the business of working on something, on reading something. On doing something useful.
So I am writing today. No matter what. I will stay upstairs and rest the body. And not overdo. And be glad that my mind is clear and smooth and thank God for that.