The last 2 weeks I've been rolling about a 3-4 on the pain scale. I woke up this morning, easily 15 out of 10. I just laid in bed sobbing for about 2 hours until Jonas woke up. I fixed him some Chef Boyardee (Don't judge me. I could barely stand) and I had some coffee.
I just don't get it. Yesterday Jonas and I were running in the yard playing, planting, painting. Today? I'm pretty sure I wished for death this morning.
I took 2 pain pills, and thankfully my wonderful son is having a blast playing on starfall.com I'm so lucky to have him. it's like he KNOWS when I don't feel good, and e takes a day off.