The hate
I was feeling guilty for just sitting in one spot all day, barely moving, because I didn’t have very much pain. I felt that I should have been able to go in to work for the agency today, who needed me as a substitute somewhere.
I felt like when I called in sick yesterday afternoon, that I was being preemptive. That I should have just gone in to work today and maybe I would’ve been fine. Bugger the fact that I felt like shit this morning - I really did start to feel better by mid-morning.
And then I took a shower. That’s all I did was take a shower. And the pain and bleeding started to ramp up.
But I didn’t stop there! No, masochist that I am, I washed some dishes! Yes! How could I! I did some silverware and two glasses! Oh noes!
And that is all it took to seal my fate. There are unwashed dishes, in nice hot soapy water, just begging to be cleaned. But I’m back on Tylenol 3 again and have to lay down with a heating pad to curb the pain.