So on Wednesday, my husband finally stopped feeling sorry for himself long enough to think seriously about me and concluded that I had sciatica. Looked that up on the internet and said, Yep, sicatica. So we'll see what the doctor says about than on Friday.
On Thursday went to my tax class in excruciating pain, because I'm not taking any more pain pills. Got through the class; bought groceries on the way home because we didn't have any milk, and after all of that, toward the end of the day, I noticed that I didn't hurt like I had been.
So when I went to the doctor Friday morning, all I had to show for it was the usual arthritis (somewhat worse, but not all that bad).
At least I can motivate now. Stopped using the crutches, and tomorrow I WILL go get some work done on the house.