Wouldn't you know it, the day after I face my truths is the day the pain is excruciating. A take-my-breath-away kind of pain. Is it from thinking about (and writing about) things yesterday, facing who I really am and what I believe about myself? Is it from my late-night grocery shopping trip? Is it my body's way of telling me to knock it off when I have thoughts of maybe going to work?
I have no flipping idea. I just know that my day is spent in the recliner with the heating pad on my back. Headphones on while hubby watches TV. Maybe some pain meds thrown in.
Woe is me. Today only, I hope.
