So, Monday morning I was coming down the stairs with Cal, and slipped on the last stair and busted my tail....Hard. Callen burst into tears, and H came flying from the kitchen and scooped him up to make sure he was ok first (thankfully, he was ok, just freaked out) then H helped pick me up off the floor, at which point I started sobbing (and I don't cry, ever) both from the pain and scared that I had maybe hurt Cal.
I've busted my tail before, but aside from the time I was thrown from a horse, I've never been in this much pain in my life. I can't do anything. Every single movement causes excruciating pain. And i haven't slept in two days because no position provides relief - at this point I'm pretty sure I fractured something, but won't know til I get X-rays on Friday. But still, aside from ice and ibuprofen (which have helped very little) there's nothing that can be done about it.
And to top it all off, it's period time so I'm also bleeding and cramping
profusely.
And today is our anniversary and I'm basically an invalid. H has been so great taking care of Cal and everything else, but I still feel irrationally guilty.
There's no point to this, I just needed to get it out.
Just shoot me with a tranquilizer dart.
Re: Whine/vent (long) - feel free to ignore.
And I'm allergic to narcotic pain killers.
Thanks though
I was given some other strong non narcotic for my broken wrist after Vicodin didn't work, and I ended up googling it to see if it was a sugar pill cause it did absolutely nothing.
My grandmother is the same way.
Well, needless to say, I've gotten pretty good at just grin/grimacing and bearing any kind of pain. And I really try to not complain, but this combo was just too much.