I spent the morning sick in bed with a tummy ache and an empty bucket close by just in case.
At about 12:30 I woke up feeling a lot better. I did my three sets of stretches that PT Jaime gave me, and then I had a bowl of chicken soup that Lou heated up for me.
Then my back started killing me, which made sense, because it had been 16+ hours since I'd taken a painkiller.
I took a pill and crawled back into bed to wait for it to kick in. Rex Stout kept me entertained. That is, I'm re-reading "Three at Wolfe's Door."
So now I feel okay and have to get up. Lying around in bed all day is not good for ya.
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