Here I go, stopping.

I did leave the house today - I went to the library by bus, bringing Linnea in the buggy, because I can't walk with her any more (she's too fast) and I can't walk as far as the library. I was in too much pain by the time I arrived to do much, but I did return some books and attempt to sort out the problem with the book I returned ages ago that periodically reappears in my list as overdue. I sat on a chair and Linnea read a stack of books. We didn't withdraw any because I'd be in hospital when they were due back, which wouldn't work well.

On the way back I couldn't walk all the way from the bus-stop to the house so we stopped at the sandwich shop. Linnea ate the sausage and ketchup from her sausage sandwich, and I had a baguette, and then we went home. Shortly after that I moved badly while kneeling down and ended up shaking, sick, and crying from the pain. So that was the afternoon written off.

None of this is related to the previous birth injuries, by the way. This is something weird happening to my pelvis. I am not allowing it to actually happen, though. Nu-uh.

Linnea was pretty worried about me. I was oddly able to smile brightly and sound cheery and fine, though, as long as I was talking to her. I managed clipped civility with my mother in law. When no-one was looking I was a godawful mess.