I guess I tempted fate by saying yesterday that I thought my recovery was going well. I didn’t have a bad night, but getting out of bed was a really struggle this morning – mentally and physically. I’ve been quite uncomfortable all day, but tried my best to keep to the routine of exercising etc. I only went for one walk today, around the short block with C and my mother who came to visit for a few hours. I suppose it’s not unreasonable to consider that the fact it would’ve been Jillybean’s birthday today might’ve had an effect on my general mood.