I had difficulties getting up this morning. I just wanted to crawl under the blankets and stay there until my head came out of the balloon someone put it in last night. I ignored that impulse and here I am. I will definitely be going back there after the kids are off to face the big scary school for the day.
I'm not sure what I did, but on Saturday sometime I seemed to have done something to my left shoulder. As long as I keep my arm still by my side I'm fine. Moving it though? Not fun. White hot bolts of pain shooting through my shoulder and radiating up into my neck. Due to this, my ice pack has been my best friend this morning. I will hug it and pet it and name it George. Goooooooooooood George! I also need to find my friend Motrin to keep me company today. I will be surrounded by my friends this morning!