“Alaska has about one registered pilot for every 58 residents, six times as many pilots per capita and 14 times as many airplanes per capita as the rest of the United States.” I swear to God, every single one of those privately owned small planes has flown over our house today. O.O It’s like living under the Blitzkreig. BZZZZZZNNNNNEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWW!
owie butt
So did I explain all about the muscle in my butt that hurts? No, I see I didn’t. I went in on Friday and I said, “My back doesn’t hurt or even ache, really, but there’s a muscle here at the bottom of my butt that’s really painful.” And Dr. Woody (that’s his name, don’t look at me like that) said, “Oh yeah? And it does down all the way to the back of your knee?” And I said, “Nah, it’s just right there at the bottom of my butt,”…
ooh!
Ooh! I now have my business cards ordered for On Your Left! Dad came by with a rendering of the card; he’d been over at the printer’s and the printer guy said, “Oh! Hey, you can bring this over to your daughter,” and so Dad did. And Dad liked the design a whole lot, and said so several times when he brought the rendering over to me. He said, “You should enter it in the contest!” And I said, “What contest?” And he said, “I don’t know, but there’s *got*…
pain: little, yellow, different
the part that hurts the worst now is my upper right … I don’t even know what muscle it is. Below the glute. Upper hamstrings, I guess. It just feels like a knot that won’t unknot, and when I try to move much, it spasms. Ice. Hopefully ice is my friend.
kithair
Kithair, yesterday. I can’t decide if it’s another i-look-like-a-boy photo, or if I just look three quarters dead, which is about how I felt.