It is 10:17 a.m. and I am waiting very impatiently for my drugs to kick in.
As of yesterday, I am Sooo Over Crutches (yeah, that didn't take long), and I'm relying on the roll-y chair from my vanity to get around the house; thank GOD 4 1/2 years ago I opted for laminate flooring and tile in the main part of the house.
But in my zeal to Do It All Myself this morning, I pushed too hard across the carpet in the office and half fell out of my chair, onto my bad foot. J is sleeping like the dead across the house and deaf to my pitiful whimpers, so I'm pouting in here, trying to cheer myself up and willing the pain meds to hurry up and kick in because Holy Fucking Nerve Endings And Carpet Burn, Batman.
I am in pain, and kind of humiliated, and mad that I can't just get up and answer my own cell phone, and that I can't bathe myself without assistance, and that I will be on crutches until the 22nd. So I am not in a good place this morning.