Guess what? Sitting bolt upright (in a non-reclining airline seat) for six hours yesterday, and staying up three hours past my bed time (thanks to the time zone boogie) has done absolutely nothing for my sense of well being.
I feel like I fell down the stairs or something. The pain knot in my rib has returned with a vengeance. The occasional shadow pain knot in my back is expressing itself vigorously. My surgery wounds sting and itch. Sleep last night was like playing Whac-a-Mole with the pain fairy.
So yeah. Laying low under a quilt in my fancy adjustable recliner with the massage pad and the heating pad, trying not to feel sorry for myself.
And may I say, “Ow.”
P.S. – Sorry for the whining. This is kind of overwhelming.