I'm usually pain-free - including phantom pain - which I'm really grateful for.

So I got cocky: I told my landlord I'd be out of this house and into our new house in 7 days. It's totally possible. Or at least it would be if I wasn't me...

I'm 5 days in, the house is almost empty - we're camping here basically. All I have left to do is move our beds and transfer permanently to our new home and... I can't do it. I'm lying on the couch with intense phantom pain because I've been on my feet for too long for days, and I can't do anything about it. My wife is looking at me like I've betrayed her, and I dread calling the landlord for an extension - which he would love of course, because that means having to pay for an extra month's rent. All that because I can't get my sorry ass off the couch like a fucking failure.

I feel so defeated...