Gladys woke and felt the pain instantly. She tried to roll over but the pain was overwhelming. She adjusted her right leg and pulled her left one up to her right thigh. Yes that relieved a little of the pressure. The she flexed her right foot and bit back a scream. “What fresh hell was this” she wondered. She slowly released her breath and tried once again. The pain was too much. She lay there as if she had been nailed to the mattress afraid to move.
Gladys delivered a cup of coffee to Kahuna and asked “what the hell is up with my body? I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.” He took the coffee from her and smiled that knowing smile. He grabbed her hand and sweetly said “You were up and down off the concrete floor taking pictures, then you danced and walked around in a really cold building for five hours.”
Gladys hung her head and agreed that getting old sucks.