Well, I'm down for the count.
This may be a TMI moment. So yeah. So... The reason my DH helped me.... I have a brutal hemorrhoid that just decided to say "oh hi, yeah, you have this problem, don't forget about it!".... It was a minor annoyance on Friday. Yesterday it was a little worse. Today, it's crippling me. I took a bath. A BATH. I don't take baths, I'm not royalty! I'm not a floof. I don't waste water on that crap. I could water plants instead! Water here is a precious thing. We don't get much rain; our water table is being collapsed by the insanity that is urbanization.
Anyway.... I'm miserable. I will be taking tomorrow off of work due to this absolute hell that I'm enduring.

Tucks, epsom bath, creams... I hate this. It's genetic for me, and having a child made it all the worse. Apparently... I need to take it easy. Pff. I am not amused.