My back is still sore enough that I have both ventured to take one of the anti-inflammatory/pain pills that caused the ulcer AND I missed my pool walking this morning. As I am the youngest one there by about 20 years, I am in for some serious ribbing on Monday. I had even reached a new milestone:
I did get two sets of all my physical therapy exercises done, then I went downstairs to clean up the kitchen a bit before hitting the sewing room, and
getting my arse kicked by a Thanksgiving turkey), so I'm leaning toward rescuing a small child from the Doberman that now lives across the street or something involving fixing something mechanical like my car or the furnace--though perhaps the dog story would lead to other problems, like someone asking if I'd gotten shots or something. How can one cut oneself without sounding like a dope or someone in need of further medical attention?
Of course, the worst part is that with this stupid bandage on, I can't knit. Luckily I finished up another mitten last night,