I almost fell on the way to the kitchen earlier, so I’ve pretty much been stayed in the desk chair all day. I feel like such a klutz when that happens. Like from the hips down, the only thing is pain. Shambling around like something Mary Shelley dreamed up.
I dreamed a few months ago that they cut my legs off just above the knees and cried when I woke to find out they were (my legs and damn knees) were still there.
the only thing that makes waking up bearable is knowing that about an hour later the 1st painkiller will kick in and dull, but not remove the pain.
I’m getting totally stir crazy. hopefully this new pen pal from Yorkshire will distract me a bit.