Hobbled

How appropriate. I’m feeling completely hobbled, and tomorrow is the horses’ birthday.

Oh yeah—I grew up with horses.

The pain is still through the roof, and I know that if I were famous, someone would be waiting on me “hand and foot.”

Instead, I have real people with their own real problems.

Maybe I could give them some cash to care more—or just go back to bed for more poor-quality sleep in a seated position.

Damn. At the ten-day point, the pain is really getting to me. 😬