Hernia watch!

So I carried in a double armload of things from the car Saturday evening after my daughter Molly's cheer competition. After all, a mom--who's had nothing to do except sit all day waiting for the three-minute thrill of watching her daughter's team compete in the National Cheerleader Association's National Competition--wouldn't want to make two trips from the car to the house, duplicating the 20 paces!

As I walked up the steps, I felt some power go out of me, similar to the time the critically ill woman touched the edge of Jesus's garment as He wandered through the crowds. After I entered the house, I dropped my complete load of bags, jackets, blankets, snacks and water bottles and doubled over in pain.

After anti-inflammatories and muscle relaxers did their thing, I felt somewhat human again and slept through the night. Morning brought more pain that I've managed to fight through and live with until I can get in to see my favorite doc, R. Bellinger. We've scheduled tea for Wednesday afternoon at 4 o'clock, so I have only to wince, grimmace, and otherwise annoy various family members--particularly my dh Bret who insists I should be able to drop everything and rest until my appointment.

Meanwhile, my mind wanders to various reasons for my pain. Maybe I swallowed a marble. Maybe I have an alien inside me trying to get out. Maybe--in spite of a vasectomy (his) PLUS an endometrial ablasion (mine)--God has managed another miracle of conception. Maybe I pulled a muscle doing my 1,000 sit-ups a day. Oh, ouch! It really hurts to laugh.

Here's to all you Real Moms out there who overdo--just like I do! I'll keep you posted on my Hernia Watch.