I give up. Again. But this time for real.
I mean it.
I'm gonna dig a hole and crawl in.
So here's what happened- it was a great night. I was so happy to see all these guys come together that have been playing music since they were in Jr. High together, some of them friends of mine that I hadn't seen in thirty-forty years and it was just a joy. I chatted and I danced with my May and my girlfriends and Mr. Moon and just reveled in the fact that musicians can just keep on going and it's such a beautiful, beautiful thing.
We were dancing to Dixie Chicken. One of my favorite songs to dance to ever. Not even a fast song. Just a slow, hip moving thing and I moved my hip and I heard and felt something pop in my right hip and baby, that was all she wrote for me.
Nothing's broken. I'm pretty sure of that. I have complete range of motion and there's some swelling at the site but nothing profound and if I'm just sitting or lying down it's okay. Walking is tricky but it can be done. So. I probably popped something out of place and then back in, I guess, I hope, and I iced it all night and I'll ice it all day and most importantly, STAY OFF OF IT and take my Ibuprofen and hope for the best.
But mostly I just feel like I have fallen prey to aging in a new and undeniable way and I hate it.
I mean- I injured myself while standing up and dancing. Just...dancing.
How ridiculous is that?
I'm going to go lay down again. I may or may not ever get up again.
Here's the song that did it.
Love...The Decrepit Ms. Moon