I’ve been told that pushing myself is a good thing. I forgot that I am supposed to do that within reason. I almost met my goal to have the room ready for my new bed. I should have probably stopped a few hours ago. But I honestly though I could do it. I thought I would be strong enough to tackle one room. The smallest bedroom in the house too. I was wrong. I could hardly crawl onto the couch. My knees look like small watermellons and my ankles aren’t much better. The funkiest thing is that I can feel my heart beat in my toes. Despite the pain I am in I am really proud of what I managed to accomplish in a single day. I definitely will remember to stop when the pain hits very uncomfortable instead of the point where I can’t see straight it hurts so bad. Lesson learned.