It is all about the muscles

It took me 3 days to recover from 4 hours of work. My arms ached all the way down, my shoulders ached in front and back, my legs ached from hips down to toes and my head and neck ached.  I actually felt like I had been run over by a bus. So the idea is to rest but the pain in muscles makes it almost impossible to lie down and relax. So what do you do when you are having one of these days?

I hate shopping

I never really use to love shopping, like some women do, but now I hate it because it causes me so much pain - the walking, the carrying of bags, the noise, the smells and the driving to get there.  I know I should shop online but I haven't quite got my head around that yet. Maybe this Christmas.
Help is a wonderful thing and knowing how to ask for it too. Now my husband helps by doing the food shopping I feel a great burden has been lifted from my shoulders - literally. It was the shoulders and arms that really ached for 2 days after food shopping.
The only thing I am sad about is my teenage daughter and her expectations of what other mothers do (take their daughters shopping) so about once a month I do take her shopping and we have morning tea and I just grit my teeth the next day, don't say anything and take extra pain meds.

I would love to know if you have any handy hints for making shopping for presents, clothes and food easier?

Pain

And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

Pain from The Prophet

by Khalil Gibran (1883 - 1931)

Khalil Gibran, photograph by Fred Holland Day c. 1898