I had a bath last night. This is a normal thing for me. I LOVE reading in the bath, and I cannot get into bed without having a bath. No matter what the time may be. I need to have a bath. Anyway..... the bath is incidental to my story. I got out of the bath last night, and bent over to dry my legs. And trapped a nerve or did something to my back. I stood there, bent double trying to move without screeching the house down. It took forever. I crawled into bed, and thought, ok then, it will be fine in the morning.
The alarm went off at the normal time, and I tried to get out of bed. Shall I move that leg? Nooooooo, maybe not. Toe? I don't think so. Other leg? Oh no. Hyperventilating. It is like losing the power-steering on the car. It took me 45 mins to get out of bed, and another 15 to get into my clothes. Then came the stairs. Not a great idea. I levered myself into the car and went to work. I am tough like that. (Insane, really.) And I have done my crone impersonation all day. Agony. I had a full day of teaching, and predictably, all my classes were less than enchanted to be back at school, and perfectly awful.
And then I was told that we were doing something wrong in the course work, even though we are following the board guidelines, and using their exemplar coursework to teach. So all in all, a hideous day. My daily reading this morning said to be kind to myself. I should have got back into bed and stayed there.