And for a woman who seldom cries..........just know that I have redressed the balance. So it is little wonder that, for the past 2 days, I have done a great deal of sleeping and very little else. Pain is exhausting. And emotional weariness numbs the soul. And the body.
But I am indeed alive, thankyouverymuch, and pain will do nicely too, given the alternatives I had considered. I have torn or inflamed part of the muscle attached to my breast bone. I am just highly irritated that I can't do any sewing, or the mountain of things I would choose to do if not working. Because resting is the only thing which will mend me. And I want it fixed. Now. I am an evil patient. And even the book I am reading (which will never close again after being immersed in a full tub of bath water,) is too heavy to hold up, and I cannot read sitting at a table.
I ventured out to buy some milk yesterday, and thought...oh I will pick up some of the things I need for the weekend. No. I couldn't carry them with one hand. That didn't go very smoothly. So I came home and fell asleep on the sofa again. For the third time in one day.
So the sum total of my achievements for yesterday were:
- Bought milk
- Read blogs
- Played on the internet
- And slept some more
I lead such an exciting life. Today has the promise of THE SHOP!! With my son. To carry the bits. He is justifiably thrilled at the prospect. Especially towing a mother along behind him, who is clutching her chest like some vapid Victorian heroine in a melodrama.