My grandmother's injured all over the place; my boyfriend's moving in to help me take care of her and the house. (He is so very wonderful!) And probably take care of me. ^.^ Someone ought to.
At the moment, I'm sore and tired from cleaning up the kitchen. Tomorrow I've got a bit of a party to go to, and more cleaning to do. Must make space for the boyfriend!
I think chocolate and some reading are in order. Sleep, too, eventually -- but that's no fun at at all.