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Things are not so okay here. (Though I need to add upfront that Ducky is fine and just as busy as usual--I'm the one with the stupid personal problems.)
Here is what my day was supposed to be like: get up, go to work, stay there as usual, and then nice friend would bring me home. At that point, I would throw some clothes in the laundry, make dinner, and when M came home, we would drive back over to his job to pick up his car, since it did get fixed today. Come home, watch Veronica Mars, go to bed.
What actually happened diverged from the plan right around the time that nice friend brought me home. We hadn't even turned out onto the road yet and I was complaining about how my rib had been hurting much worse today. Remember how I said last night that it was feeling better? HAHAHAHA. I was awake quite a lot last night from the pain, and it progressively got worse through the day--just shooting pains when I would twist or bend or laugh too hard or move around. Anyway, I was telling her that my rib thing really sucked, and suddenly, it began showing me just who was boss by this lovely little spasming routine. Sharp, jabbing breathtaking pains continuously, with a nice ache behind it all. Nice friend began getting freaked out by the pregnant lady gasping in pain in her car. I tried to fake it a little bit and pretend it wasn't hurting that badly, but I don't think it worked all that well. I did manage to actually get out of the car on my own (was worried) and make it into the house, at which point I could at least stop concentrating on looking like I wasn't in pain so as not to alarm said nice friend.
I have no idea how to describe what was going on, but it was awful. Terrible. Really, really bad. I warmed up the heating pad and climbed into bed, where it took me a long while to actually make it onto my side where the heating pad was most efficient. Being bored, I fell asleep until just before M called (over an hour) as he left work. By that time, I really needed to get up and use the facilities, so to speak, but I was completely and utterly unable to get up. I've had difficulty getting up because of it before, but it was more about knowing that it would hurt if I didn't do it right. Tonight, it was just.. the inability to bend, or roll, or twist my way into an upright position. It was so, so frustrating and really quite freaky. I have been getting up for a quarter of a century on my own! It generally isn't that difficult! Here's a hint: crying doesn't help. Also, it makes it much freaking worse, since deep breaths = bad, and while lying on one's back, one can't blow one's nose. Luckily, M was almost home by then and it worked out, but it was not my finest moment.
Needless to say, and I hate it when people say that because if it's needless to say it, then WHY ARE YOU FUCKING SAYING IT?, I did not do laundry, cook, and we certainly didn't drive half an hour to pick up the car. M did the laundry and cooked the meal I had planned and he even made me some kool-aid. He has also run to help me get up when necessary, although the longer the evening goes on, the better the side is feeling. It's no longer spasming much, but it's aching continually now, and movement is very much not good. I've been getting up and down from chairs by myself for several hours now, though I'm guessing that I'll have to wake him up in the middle of the night if I need up. How dignified. Not that he minds any of this except for the part about how I'm in pain. If I am in a helpless state tomorrow, my mommy will come down to take care of me. If I'm feeling just like I am right now, I'll be fine by myself at home. If I'm feeling better, I'll be at work. As for the car.. well, I might be able to go pick it up in the morning first thing. Who knows? I just love how the car thing was timed so as to make the whole thing EVEN MORE inconvenient. On the other hand, it would have been very bad if it happened while I was driving, so I guess I can't complain too much.
And no, I didn't call a doctor. It's the same rib area I went to the doctor about last week, and he said... even if it's cracked, there's nothing they can do about it. Rest, use a heating pad and take some tylenol. I'm heading to bed and praying that I can sleep, and that it's better by tomorrow.
Here is what my day was supposed to be like: get up, go to work, stay there as usual, and then nice friend would bring me home. At that point, I would throw some clothes in the laundry, make dinner, and when M came home, we would drive back over to his job to pick up his car, since it did get fixed today. Come home, watch Veronica Mars, go to bed.
What actually happened diverged from the plan right around the time that nice friend brought me home. We hadn't even turned out onto the road yet and I was complaining about how my rib had been hurting much worse today. Remember how I said last night that it was feeling better? HAHAHAHA. I was awake quite a lot last night from the pain, and it progressively got worse through the day--just shooting pains when I would twist or bend or laugh too hard or move around. Anyway, I was telling her that my rib thing really sucked, and suddenly, it began showing me just who was boss by this lovely little spasming routine. Sharp, jabbing breathtaking pains continuously, with a nice ache behind it all. Nice friend began getting freaked out by the pregnant lady gasping in pain in her car. I tried to fake it a little bit and pretend it wasn't hurting that badly, but I don't think it worked all that well. I did manage to actually get out of the car on my own (was worried) and make it into the house, at which point I could at least stop concentrating on looking like I wasn't in pain so as not to alarm said nice friend.
I have no idea how to describe what was going on, but it was awful. Terrible. Really, really bad. I warmed up the heating pad and climbed into bed, where it took me a long while to actually make it onto my side where the heating pad was most efficient. Being bored, I fell asleep until just before M called (over an hour) as he left work. By that time, I really needed to get up and use the facilities, so to speak, but I was completely and utterly unable to get up. I've had difficulty getting up because of it before, but it was more about knowing that it would hurt if I didn't do it right. Tonight, it was just.. the inability to bend, or roll, or twist my way into an upright position. It was so, so frustrating and really quite freaky. I have been getting up for a quarter of a century on my own! It generally isn't that difficult! Here's a hint: crying doesn't help. Also, it makes it much freaking worse, since deep breaths = bad, and while lying on one's back, one can't blow one's nose. Luckily, M was almost home by then and it worked out, but it was not my finest moment.
Needless to say, and I hate it when people say that because if it's needless to say it, then WHY ARE YOU FUCKING SAYING IT?, I did not do laundry, cook, and we certainly didn't drive half an hour to pick up the car. M did the laundry and cooked the meal I had planned and he even made me some kool-aid. He has also run to help me get up when necessary, although the longer the evening goes on, the better the side is feeling. It's no longer spasming much, but it's aching continually now, and movement is very much not good. I've been getting up and down from chairs by myself for several hours now, though I'm guessing that I'll have to wake him up in the middle of the night if I need up. How dignified. Not that he minds any of this except for the part about how I'm in pain. If I am in a helpless state tomorrow, my mommy will come down to take care of me. If I'm feeling just like I am right now, I'll be fine by myself at home. If I'm feeling better, I'll be at work. As for the car.. well, I might be able to go pick it up in the morning first thing. Who knows? I just love how the car thing was timed so as to make the whole thing EVEN MORE inconvenient. On the other hand, it would have been very bad if it happened while I was driving, so I guess I can't complain too much.
And no, I didn't call a doctor. It's the same rib area I went to the doctor about last week, and he said... even if it's cracked, there's nothing they can do about it. Rest, use a heating pad and take some tylenol. I'm heading to bed and praying that I can sleep, and that it's better by tomorrow.
