Despite the odds, I met up with a friend and ran on Monday night. I spent the entire three miles burping up burger and blocking brunch from blasting out my bottom. At least I was entertainment for my running mate.
I also ran last night. Both times my right hip felt really uncomfortable. Still. It’s not painful per se, just very tight and achy. Now I may know why. Is it because I’ve been having loads of crazy acrobatic circus sex lately? Sadly, no. Instead it appears it’s because of work.
Yes, you read that right. Work is killing me.
For the past several weeks, I’ve been working longer hours at the department—coming in early, leaving late and even working on weekends. Both days. (Editor’s note: Dedication, I has it.) Most days I even eat at my desk—often lunches composed of cheap sushi, carrot sticks and non-anal leakage inducing Pringles supplemented by copious amounts of chocolate and baked goods. (Editor’s note: Balanced diet, I don’t has it.)
My desk is situated right next to the windows. Lucky me. Unluckily, since this is an older building, there is a pronounced slant in the floor from the exterior wall moving inwards. I managed not to notice this until my office mate who sits directly opposite me mentioned that her left hip was bothering her. The extra dedication to our dissertations recently is causing us to sit for longer periods of times with our hips out of proper alignment. No wonder I’ve felt like a broken geriatric lately.
Which leads me to ask the all-important question: can I get workman’s comp for this shit even though this is not a paid job?
Now I’ve moved over to the desk next to me which is on a more level floor surface. The occupier of that desk is away for another month doing research so he won’t mind. Hopefully. Fingers crossed that this does the trick and my hip feels back to normal soon. Or whatever tends to pass for normal for me anyway.
All right, that’s it for me today. Have a happy hump day, everyone. Catch up with you when I can.