Avoiding Getting Up

Today, it has been extraordinarily difficult to prise myself out of the warm nest that is my bed. Really I would like to stay here all day. Which is unfortunate, because right now, I should be at work, racing through a million things that need doing. At some point in the middle of the night, I decided that maybe it would be more productive for me to work from home, which is what I did very successfully yesterday. That's only going to work if I actually get up I fear....
Lovely son has finally had his operation and now has lots of metal and pins in his ankle. I feel very, very sad about this. I know there are much worse things that can happen to your child, but nonetheless, when I think of him forever now slightly less able, it makes me want to cry. Also, he is in a lot of pain still, and is finding it hard. The next two weeks will have to be spent more or less immobile, after which he can progress to the hobbling about on crutches stage. The one advantage to his forced inactivity is that he is managing to get some studying done. That he wont be able to go out clubbing and drinking for a while also strikes me as good. The downside, is that because he needs to be immobile, and my house is NOT set up for that, he will not be able to stay with me. By the time he is at the hobbling on crutches stage, when he could, he will need to be back up north and getting ready for exams. Its not that I wont be able to see him, I can, once he is in London see him everyday if we want, but thats not quite the same as having him here at home. Still, there it is. And at least if he is in London, his friends will be able to pop in and cheer him up. Down here in the country, he would probably get a bit lonesome, especially as I will be working.
My headache is still with me. I did finally go to the GP, who, as I expected, couldn't really do much about it. She did however, do all the checking things you are supposed to do, and concluded, as I already had, that it is probably stress related, and not a brain tumour, high blood pressure, or anything else too nasty. Although she did give me some drugs you can take at night, so far I haven't done so, because she also recommended not driving the next morning if I do take them.
Ibuprofen is keeping the pain manageable, and, fingers crossed, I think it is actually getting a bit better. I am having to take the pain killers less often. I am mending.
I wish I could run away somewhere hot and by the sea. Just for a few days. But I have not the energy at the moment to organise such a thing, even if I had the time and for that matter money, which I don't. Work is busy. I am enjoying work at the moment so I'm not complaining, but I am busy and its not a good time to take time off. Also, now that I have survived the Bathroom Trauma, I need to get on with the new Kitchen, which is likely to leave me broke for the next few months. So I guess a holiday is not really practical right now. When the weather gets better, and the sun starts to shine I wont mind so much. I have paid a delightful gardener to sort my jungle out to a stage where I can actually DO things in the garden and enjoy it again. My neglect last year meant that it had all just got out of control and was too daunting to tackle....he has done a lot already and next week will finish it off.This is good.
I am avoiding getting on with the day, but really I must....