My Hip, My Hip, My Hip Is On Fire....

Ok, not actually on fire, but damn does it hurt.

Yesterday out of the blue it started hurting. Not like a muscle hurt per se, but more like all the way down to the bone hurt. It pretty much sucks ass. I took ibuprofen, and a muscle relaxer, had Rob put sports creme on it, and still, it hurts like a mother fucker.

Rob is convinced it is because I moved furniture last week in the bedroom. I don't think so. I am not sure what it is from, but I doubt it has anything to do with the furniture moving.

I just want it to stop hurting. Every step I take, hurts. It feels like someone took a ball pin hammer and bashed the hell out of the bone in the hip. The pain radiates, sort of burn like, down my leg into my knee and over the top, and shoots out my calf.

Did I mention it hurts?

I figure if it is still hurting tomorrow, I will call the doc, because after last night and not sleeping well because of it, I will need something to help me sleep without waking because it hurts so bad.

Sigh. It is the other leg, not the bad knee leg. Which is even more infuriating. Oh well. I blame Target for this too. And Bush. Yep.

:)