Ok, so wasnt doing too bad, friend came in and cut and coloured my hair. hard to sit for it, but well worth the pain. Then the builders lorry turned up to deliver some cement. I left my car in its disabled space deliberately because my neighbours regularly park in it as they don't think I am disabled enough and their teenage son would much prefer to park the families 5th car in that space. So moved the car so the lorry can get in and unload. No problem so far. Parked outside 2 doors down. Walked back with my stick to tell him where to drop the stuff and sign the paperwork. Brilliant! Cement delivered, craned perfectly into position. Lorry driver says thanks very much and hops back into his cab. I tell him pull out and I'll reverse back up into the space. Starts to walk the few yards to my car.......collapse, screaming pain, next thing I know lorry driver back out his cab and helping me up. Damn it. Anyway, long story short, he helped me into the car, I reversed the few yards back and crawled back into the house. Pain is subsiding a bit.......BUT WHY CANT I DO A SIMPLE TASK LIKE THAT. It shouldnt be a major event to move my car a few yards down and back, but now I am back on morphine and screwed up for the day. Hate my life. God I am soooooo peed off.
Sorry, rant over, just fed up and miserable now