Happy Birthday Dear Hubby

I didn't get up at 4 am and crawl onto the couch or easy chair for more comfort.  I laid as my chest ached so that my dear husband could wake up to me next to him in bed on his birthday.
I painted a big crooked smile on my face and made him breakfast and gave him his card and planned his birthday dinner with him and fell on the couch when he walked out the door.  Now it is 10:30 am and I have to attempt to make it a day.
Why must I feel awful on his special day?  He is always so good to me.  I had a light day yesterday and thought I had saved some spoons.  I sure wish I could muster up some strength.
Daughter just called and wants to do family night tonight...Tortoise mode...