I don't think I'm going to go. When I woke up this morning I was all congested and hacking up gunk and have been feeling generally sick and exhausted all day long. The thought of getting on a plane to go to the smokiest place on earth and be 'on' for two days sounds like about the last thing I need right now.
But I feel guilty, really, really guilty, for bailing out on Andrea. She'll be in Vegas all by herself on Sunday which makes me about the worst friend ever, especially since she came all the way down here to do the stupid Nike marathon with me.
Well, I'll see how I feel tomorrow.
I think I overdid it on Thanksgiving and the day prior. I spent so much time on my feet. The weirdest thing happened, too, my right hip swelled up. I've been having alot of hip pain for a while, especially since I've had some incidents with the horses over time. My lef hip usually bothers me, often keeps me sleeping on a wedge pillow in my bed so I don't end up on my side. Well, my left hip has been bugging me alot lately, including my left leg going numb or all pins & needles like. Mostly though, my lower back and hip just throb. Yesterday, my right hip swelled up, like the skin above my thigh was *tight*, it was weird. And wow, it hurt like hell. After going to bed and being off my feet, it seemed to resolve but has been achy all day now. I wonder what I did to deserve that?
I fell asleep at like 8pm tonight after Dean dropped the girls at the Little Gym. I just woke up now and everyone else is sleeping. It's kind of sad and lonely.