I’m sore.
I’m so sore.
My body tricks me. It tells me that everything is ok by making the pain go away, but then when I stand I can only hobble.
I’ve been hobbling all night.
Rene and I just hobble around the house saying, “Ow.” over and over again until we get where we’re going.
She keeps laughing at me.
Today’s picture are my offending appendages:
I have nightmares where I can’t get away from things that chase me because my legs hurt like this. I’m paranoid the zombie apocalypse will start tonight.
See you tomorrow!
…maybe…