Terri and I did our usual two mile walk today.
Riley Dog was a little slow, so I didn't over-do it.
However, a little later, I walked out to the mailbox and realized my right butt cheek was killing me.
The only way I could get any relief while walking was to lift that butt cheek from where it met my thigh.
I didn't see what I looked like, but know it was NOT attractive. I will not be venturing out in public until I get used to the pain or it no longer hurts.
I have no intention of winding up on America's Funniest Videos and earning somebody else $10,000 because they videoed me hauling my right ass cheek around the mall.
You know, my butt cheek is big enough to put a sling around it, hence, no photos with this post.
But, I think the other end might have to tie around my neck. Ben Gay on the hind parts sounds a little too close for comfort. Maybe I'll just stick to Aleve and stay out of sight for a day or two.