June 15th, 2007


For a Friday that started off so badly, it sure turned out well.

And by "started off badly," I mean that I started off going to garage sales with my dog, mindful of the minor twinge in my abdomen but figuring I'd walk it off, because my cramps are never really that bad.

Hah-hah, famous last words.  We ended up walking a little farther than I meant to in search of a particularly enticing-sounding estate sale (maybe I'd actually find some damn books for sale at this one), at least a mile from home, only we didn't quite make it due to the fact that I suddenly found myself in unbearable agony.  Turned right around, though every step hurt so I started stopping to rest every hundred yards or so, but no matter what I did, there was quite literally no way to escape the all-consuming PAIN for even two seconds.  At one point I simply collapsed in the park, crying.  Never felt anything like that before.  Was quite frightening, really.  Ibuprofen promptly took it all away as soon as I got home (a torture march which took a good 40 minutes), but it felt like I was going to die before I got there. 

More garage sales tomorrow, in a slightly more distant but also more affluent part of town, and Dad's game plan is to bike to these.  Part of me thinks I should consider having the game plan changed, but the other part says "Well, tomorrow you'll know enough to have water and medicine on hand; we might find NON JUNK ITEMS!" 

By "turned out well," I mean there was both entertaining TV and a most fantastic book.  I'm not quite finished with the book, but unless something stupid happens in the last 75 pages to make me hate it, I expect I'll be back shortly to squee over it.  For now, just the TV reviews.

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