Oh, so you thought I'd write this post last Friday?
But Friday ended up being my freak out day of doing mindless activities - namely searching for miniature bundt pans - after finding a lump in my left breast.
I saw the doctor last Tuesday and scheduled my first mammogram and I felt relatively calm about it.
Then it sank in, and all I could think about was how I took Imuran for a year.
So sitting down and writing because crazy-making behavior. I swore off google searching the hours away reading about breast cancer, and filled my weekend with so much activity, I never had time to seriously worry.
Good thing too, because it was nothing. I came away with a base mammogram/ultrasound but not a worry in the world.
Except for my hips.
The weather has changed and I have become a Granny action doll, complete with bum hip. (Sore shoulders sold separately.)
I've given Jazzercise a rest and have gone back to some gentle yoga in the mornings.
This new pain - that wakes me up at night - gives me new insight and sympathy for the elderly and their talk at nauseum about their joints.
Because when your hips hurt, it's hard to ignore.