My Morning Regimen

I wake up.
I stretch what parts of me that I can.
Ow.
I drag myself up to a sitting position, swinging my right leg in a large arc. The largeness of the arc is probably somewhat overkill, but I tend to move in a slightly exaggerated fashion.
I wait for a minute so that the world might stop spinning.
I grab my crutches and hobble to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
I hobble back to the sofa-bed, which has usually been made by my wonderful mother at this point.
I sit down.
Ow.
I take some pain pills.

So it begins.