...a scooter tomorrow, it's only a day away...
Each morning this week, after getting up late after a pain-filled night: why the hell did I quit my job? I could keep pushing on.
Each evening this week: thank God I quit my job. The pain's unbearable.
My memory of pain is always so short. I can't remember the actual pain, only the location of the pain and how much it limited me at the time.
Had good luck with getting my son's school to accommodate for this year. Both kids have great teachers.