[obscure Alice Cooper reference. . . .]
Anyway, so by about 3:30 on Tuesday, I felt like shyte. Like a dog turd.
I wish I could conjure up other icky, rotten images.
I felt bad, and achy, and old. Tired, unable to really muster any strength in my arms, and every joint ached. My knees and hips were especially pained.
Standing up from a seated position was rough, I tell ya.
This has persisted 'til
I hurt, and I'm achy and tired. I feel old.
Older than I think I am.
My girly is gently suggesting [nigh insisting] that I call the doc, and get looked at fer Lyme Disease.
I have no doc; my cardiologist will surely not be amused, and my other doctor hasn't yet emerged.
I am doc-less.
Should i skip this step, buck up, and assume I'm just achy and old because vacation is over?
Hep me here, peoples.
Thank you in advance