While I’ve not fallen, I still can’t get up!

Well, that’s not entirely true… I am able to shuffle about the room, although it’s geriatrically slow… 🐌.  What I can’t do is to sit in any form of upright position.  Not without a good deal of pain, that is. 

No, it’s not the end of the world… I just absolutely hate being off my feet!  For a runner, born and bred for a fast exit when called for, being unable to escape or resolve incapacitating pain, causes high levels of anxiety and panic. 

Yes, I have a fairly high tolerance for pain, but that is toward constant chronic pain… not this nasty, stabby, knock the air out of you stuff!  Right now, I just feel like a big, whiny baby 👶

OK, whining is over, which is a good thing cause I can’t feel my fingers anymore….. hugs, my friends 🧡