a shoulder to cry on

This morning, as I rolled out of bed at 7am, which was really 8am, I carried Joel into his nursery. I was going to take him downstairs, but my body felt as though I had been punched while sleeping. I returned to the bed to set Joel down and do some morning playing. As I turned, something moved the way it shouldn't have.

So there I was, laying on the bed trying to hold Joel up with one arm and clutching the other against my body whilst trying to catch my breath. Something in my shoulder/back was sending piercing pains through my chest cavity.

I've spent my morning laying on heating pads, trying not to move to much. Meanwhile, we are trying to get packed for our holiday in Ireland at the end of the week. I've managed to book us two nights at Lake Windermere for our return trip and now I'm looking for a nice place near Blackpool.

I feel very guilty for being on my back while Janet is ironing clothes, feeding Joel, entertaining Joel, and generally looking after Joel. I know her day would be pretty much the same had I gone to work, but it feels much worse being in the house while she takes care of all these things.