I hate my hip

It went out in the grocery store while we were getting dinner.

And when I say 'it went out', it hurt to walk, it hurt to sit, it hurt to ... be. I managed to pop it in the car and that seems to have gotten it back into proper alignment for the most part -- it's been spiking "ERROR!" at me all evening despite that -- gods know if I'll be fit to walk tomorrow.

If I am one cranky bint for the next while, just be glad I haven't ripped my left leg off and started beating people to death with it, since it appears to want to come off anyway.

Of course, it may be fine tomorrow. Because the whole thing is an exercise in perversity.

I shake my cane in a disapproving fashion.