I did heat therapy last night, went to bed early, got plenty of rest and took my pain meds. And after all of that, I can barely walk today. The pain is doing that shooting down my leg thing, and it's sharp and hard. Moving the ten feet to the fridge is a huge production as I shuffle my way to my diet cherry Pepsi stash.
So it's with a great deal of regret (and some guilt) that I bow out of the Frederick Book Festival.
Damn it. I was looking forward to that, too. I had plans to see Carrie Ann Ryan and PJ Schnyder. I'm even on a panel! I feel awful about it. This is the first time my AS has forced me to bow out of something I'd given my word on, and I feel awful about it.
Dusty's all, "You can't feel guilty over something like this," but I'm going to do it anyway. I'm really sorry, but there's little I can do but continue the heat therapy and pray I'm better before I have to head to Lori Foster's RAGT. For everyone who was hoping to see me at the book festival, my apologies. There are still a lot of really good authors who will be there, and I'm aware of at least one raffle, so please go and enjoy. Heck, post pictures so I can pretend I actually got to go.
And I'm putting the damn No Soliciting sign back on my front door.