My family and I recently went on a wonderful vacation. Our first real one - one that didn't piggy back on a business trip of Sean's. TJ and Peter are both at ages where a trip is, finally, not only do-able, but really wonderful.
On the first morning of the first day of our trip, in true Lauren style, I slipped on the concrete just outside of a pool. I never knew I could do a split! Oh wait, I can't.
Long story short, I pulled my hamstring. I could walk, which means it wasn't completely torn. I saw the doctor at the resort who put me on Ibuprofen. I was able to enjoy the rest of my trip very much - limping and sore, but otherwise fully engaged with the family. No waterslides for me, but let's face it, that's probably for the best.
This morning I started physical therapy - PT - to strengthen that hammie because I still can't zumba or walk with any sort of impressive pace whatsoever. And it aches if I'm sitting for too long.
My physical therapist, K, is really nice. She seemed to appreciate my random sense of humor, which one really needs in PT.
Because basically, her hand was almost up my ass.
Seriously. Not to be crass, but that's where my hammie is sore - way up there where it connects to the pelvic bone. K and I are now really close friends.
That's all. Just wanted you guys to know I've made a new friend. Have a great day, everyone!