43 year old hips are not supposed to hurt.
It's 11:49 and I can't sleep because my hip hurts. My hip! What the heck is that about. I got up and walked around, rubbed it, shook it ...
I wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that I sat in a conference room for seven hours today framing the roles and responsibilities of each department in the company. Actually, we only got through three departments ... we ran out of time so we have to reschedule to finish the rest.
Maybe I just need more exercise. Who am I kidding? In order to need more of something that would imply that there is some to begin with. Who was the kid who said, "Please sir, may I have some more..." when he ran out of oatmeal or porridge or whatever. Anyway, my point is I don't need more exercise ... I need exercise.
Do you know what dentist's charge for crowns? Give up? $900! Per crown! I need two but he wants to give me four ... scratch that ... he doesn't want to give me anything.
Recent heavy winds and rain have created the need for repairs to my fence in the backyard.
And, if I don't figure out what I'm going to do with this hair, I'm going to cut it all off.
I sound like an old, complaining shrew. But I'm not. I'm only 43.
And 43 year old hips are not supposed to hurt.