On one hand, I want to get out of bed and go for a photo walk, go to the library, and knit in the park. I could eat my Thai food leftovers, perhaps.
On the other hand, my PMS, my CRPS, and my depression are telling me “Who in the hell do you think you are, having these demands? Get yer ass back in bed. In fact, here’s a migraine for your impertinence.”

Whatcha say?