He went back to work last night and things went fine.
That’s good because the joints in my hands, elbows, and shoulders are killing me from overdoing it. For a week I’ve been lifting him, pulling him, dragging groceries around, carrying boxes from the post office along with cooking and the other usual things I do. I’d put the christmas tree up but that involves taking the kids desk and computer apart (he’s using mine for now) and moving a chair. I don’t think I have the strength to do that. It will have to wait. Doesn’t help that it decided to get incredibly fucking cold. God.
I put him to bed and I think I’ll curl up on the couch in a blanket and watch TV. Maybe take a short snooze until Junior gets up. (Please God let him sleep awhile! lol)
R told me that when he’s back to “normal” I can take a week off. That would be nice. Not having to lift/pull him will be a big help. I’ve been having to watch myself… the desire to take tylenol like candy has been difficult. I don’t want to destroy my liver and eat up my stomach. Ugh.