Yesterday my Mom stayed in bed because of how sick she was. Rob was amazing and took care of Gabriel, my mom, and me. I'm so glad he was here, I don't know what I would have done otherwise. My knee fucking hurts. Because I knew that there was someone else to watch Gabe, I was able to take my pain meds. I spent a lot of the day sleeping.

Last night I watched America's Next Top Model and just about passed out when it was bedtime. The pain pills work well, but make me super tired. They were also making me hear colors. How fucked up is that?

This morning my mom feels better, but she's still weak. She's planning on heading home soon. My Aunt Pam will be coming over to help me with Gabriel for a bit this afternoon. I'm so happy that I'll have a bit of help, but I have no idea what I'll do when she heads out. If Gabriel poops or needs to get over the fence for a diaper change, it's going to be hell for me. Carrying a toddler while using crutches, not being able to put weight on my right leg, and being in severe pain will not be easy. But it's something I'll have to just suck up and do and hope it doesn't make my injury any worse.

Due to the fact that I know I'll have to take care of Gabriel on my own at some point today, I can't take my pain pills. So, needless to say, I'm in a hell of a lot of pain right now. I won't be able to take my pain meds until Rob gets home. *sigh*

I hate being injured and in pain. This god damn fractured knee is the last thing I need right now.

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