Worst of all, is not being able to take the dogs out for their walks. I have to admit that dog walking is sometimes a bit of a drag, especially if the weather is bad but, until now, I had not realised how much I missed it when I could no longer do it.
So, here's the thing. Last evening, sitting on the sofa with a hot water bottle clutched to my thigh to drown the pain; this morning, still discomfort but hardly any pain and suddenly, I am able to walk like a normal, two legged human!
Ever the one to push it, I decide to attempt a short walk with Paddy. Success! I even managed to manoeuvre him .past two cats. Next it's Jake's turn. His waistline has been sneakily expanded lately so we end up doing one of our normal, shorter walks. Altogether, I was out for about 45 minutes; not a marathon and not at a brisk march but, it's walking!
Next, I mowed the grass, spurred on, I have to say, by the fact that Formula One was overwhelming the air waves and I needed an escape route.
And now it's evening and I am sitting typing this, still not in pain and still wondering what has happened but not wishing to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Tomorrow, I could be back to square one but let's hope not. Even if I am, at least the dogs and I had two very pleasant walks and the sun was shining!