I went to the shops and back to get the Sunday paper, and to lay in supplies of chocolate, Coca-Cola and Paracetamol. Had an sms from the new person on my way, asking me if I had managed to get some rest. I sent back that I had knocked myself out on pain killers and told him I was hobbling to the shops for the paper.

 

He very sweetly offered to deliver the paper for me, but I was already at the shop by then, and determined to get back under own steam.

 

I can be a stubborn person sometimes, but living with chronic pain makes one determined to out manouvre the aching!

 

Once I got moving and past the morning stiffness in the joints, I was fine.