So this week has downright sucked. There really is no other word for it.
And let's not even talk about my eating this week. Ugh.
Yesterday afternoon I finally felt normal for the first time since Saturday morning so I decided to go ahead and go to Tennis (forehand) clinic. I did well there, no problems at all....
|And it was a beautiful day and gorgeous weather!|
|Even the ducks weren't all stalker-ish like they usually are|
Until I woke up this morning and the P.F. hit me full force. I haven't had a bad flare up like this in a long while. I actually woke up with my running alarm for once and wanted to head out the door and get a run in. It wasn't meant to be. About 30 seconds in and after every time my foot struck down, I was dealing with some pretty bad pain so I opted to walk it. Walking wasn't nearly as bad as the running.
|This is my pain face, not to be confused with my sad face, although they look similar.|
Maybe I need to go back to Physical Therapy again? Maybe that'll spur hubby onto coming with me for his shoulder.
|Hopefully Doctor Doyle will be at my beck and call this weekend|