Alone and in Pain

I really, really hate this time of day. It's the time of day after I push through as much pain as possible in an attempt to complete my physical therapy exercises. It's the time of day after I allow myself to collapse on my bed and rest. This is the time of day when I must get up and function again, and it is very hard, for though the pain has faded the memory thereof has not, and I still feel--traumatized is the wrong word--exhausted. I feel exhausted.

And I'm all alone in my room.