Sweet husband is at it again. He had to leave for a trip today (works out of town), so got up early and made breakfast for me. It was ready on the bar when I stumbled out of bed. I ate the egg, but skipped the bread. Just seemed like it would hurt, and I wasn’t that hungry.
I am taking a pain pill this morning. I feel ok- but the kiddo and I are headed to a birthday party this afternoon, and talking can be uncomfortable. (Physically, not socially. Lol.) And there will be lots of people there who don’t know what I’m going through, and would probably just think I’m being rude when I avoid conversation.