Apparently shoveling icy snow is actually GOOD for loosening up stiff, sore muscles.
After my sad and miserable post yesterday, I brought Julia to school – after easing myself, cell by cell, into the car and wincing in pain every time I looked in the side view mirrors – and then came home and promptly slipped on some ice in the driveway. I didn't fall, thank goodness, but it wasn't fun.
I thought about soaking in the tub again, but wasn't in the mood, so I brought the phone and a kitchen timer downstairs with me (the timer was in case I decided to take a nap – so I could wake up in time to get the kids at school), and tried to find A) a comfortable position on the couch and B) something to watch on TV. I found a movie, and shifted around painfully most of the time, seeking five seconds of painlessness at a time.
Later on, after I got the kids, I did the dishes and tried to keep myself upright and moving, figuring the muscles just needed to stay busy. Interestingly enough, while I wasn't all better, my late afternoon/evening was significantly less painful than the morning.
Today, I'm still kind of sore and stiff, but I'm not worse, which is a good thing. I woke up rather cranky today, I think because yesterday was such a bust in terms of getting anything done. So today I'm trying to catch up. Lots of laundry. Empty the dishwasher. Run some errands. Rah rah. But at least I can move.