A bit of a party pooper day

Sometimes my own stupidity beggars belief.
I'm not feeling on top form this week. I think that not doing anything at the weekend has left me feeling even more lethargic than normal and to prove that I am Debbie Burden, who can conquer everything and still make dinner for friends, I went into 'I'm still me' mode.
And guess what? I can't conquer sod all.

I started my day yesterday by getting the shopping for mother and myself. Tried not to buy too much as still have to be careful when carrying anything too heavy.
I took the shopping to mothers and said I'd be back as I had a massage booked just after lunch and I wanted to put up my new bedroom curtains first. Odd how heavy a pair of curtains are, sneaky little buggers!
I'm not good at keeping my arms above my head for any length of time and it took me two attempts with long rests in between at getting old ones down and new ones up.

I then had my massage and then as I had enough of mother's complaining about her front door curtain rail sticking, I gave up and decided to go and buy another for her. But of course I just had to buy the two for price of one compost bags that were winking at me seductively as you entered the building and a new pot for the rose bush that Reni brought me and some more plants for hanging baskets.
The trolley was larger than I thought and the mornings great plans of not having anything too heavy went straight out the window now as I battled with the trolley. By the time I had put all the stuff in the car, my groin where I have the cap on the artery where I had the angiogram, was really hurting.

I limped back to mother's and checked that nothing had burst, but as I sat there in her front room, I realised that this was not a good day for mother.
I had to listen to her same moaning that I hear everyday and realised that I needed to get home and be alone.
I sat and cried, while feeling terribly sorry for myself.
I ain't super woman so why do I try and behave like one?

Today I have tried to go steady and have lunch with Reni and Lynn, between resting, but it doesn't pan out like that.
Somehow instead of resting I went back to mother's who still wasn't in a happy place and I know it sounds terrible, but I didn't have the patience today.
I'm not sure what is wrong, but I'm fluctuating from being very hot and then very cold, but my skin is burning. I'm hoping that is hot skin is one of the things that could happen within the first 10 days after having the angiogram, cured by taking an antihistamine, unless of course that you haven't had a glass of wine, where you have to suffer it out instead... bum.
I'm hoping that tomorrow I'll wake up and it will be happy bunnies all around. Yeah right.

Lots of love Debbie x