The cold rain, which was supposed to stop yesterday evening, is still falling. I didn't need to get out of bed to know that it was still miserable outside. My tibia felt like it had been hit with a bat whenever I moved my leg. I managed to get through the majority of the day without impactful pain, a gift which I greatly appreciate, but my luck wore out when the sun set.
Almost as soon as night began to fall my leg began to ache. The phantom pain that I had been expecting all day finally arrived, and she was making up for lost time. Because I had accomplished so much during the day, I did not feel guilty popping off my leg and crawling into bed early. I was able to sleep, probably because I was exhausted from cooking and cleaning all day, but the rest was fitful and uncomfortable.
The rain is supposed to clear soon and I'm hoping that the pain will depart with it. The temperatures are supposed to plunge, but it is typically the precipitation that causes me the discomfort. I can handle the cold- as long as I am inside by the fire. Friend will be especially displeased with the sudden onset of frigid weather. At least our short walks will be driven by him and not because of my leg pain.
We are in the final countdown for Christmas and I do not have time to rest. Santa comes in a few days and his elves haven't wrapped anything yet. I'm definitely feeling the holiday pressure right now!
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