I must have seriously over done things yesterday and I thought I'd taken things rather easy. I couldn't get comfortable last night or stop my leg from aching so didn't get much sleep. Then this morning everyone left for work and school while I was still half asleep. When I woke up, I was having problems just getting myself to the loo, and wasn't going to manage getting into the kitchen at all so had to take some drugs on an empty stomach leaving me feeling quite woozy.
Poor hubby got home at lunch time took one look at me and I burst into tears. I hate days like this. I hate having to rely on other people to take care of me. I hate the role reversal at times where the kids sometimes take care of me. I know I shouldn't feel guilt over this but I do. But mostly I hate succumbing to the urge at times to have a pity party which I did in grand style today.
After the pity party was over however, Hubby and the kids made tea (Shepard's Pie as per the menu plan and it was really good lol), then they stacked and started the dishwasher, put a couple of loads of washing through, picked stuff up off the floor for me to sort through, found some of my crafty projects for me, found me another book to read and loaded my bed with snacks in case I'm not moving much tomorrow either. CJ plied me with soft drinks then switched the aerial on the telly in my bedroom over to the good reception so she could watch telly with me, TJ turned the keyboard up as loud as it could go and played songs for me then sat on my bed to read me a story about diggers and backhoes, hubby went to the chemist to make sure I have plenty of drugs, ate tea in bed with me and and even moved the computer in next to our bed so I can catch up with my online friends and now Sox (my boy cat) is now sitting guard over me. I think he likes School of Rock too! lol
I hope my hip starts to settle down soon - before I go completely stir crazy!