February 22, 2010 by Marj Hatzell
Last week I slipped on (melting) snow and ice and re-injured my sacral disc. You know, the one that I was lucky enough to injure when I was rear-ended by a drunk driver when I was pregnant with Bugaboo, resulting in my car being totaled?
It kinda hurts.
It hurts to sit.
It hurts to turn over in bed.
It pretty much throbs if I’m not walking around or reclining flat.
It hurts when I load the dishwasher. It hurt to stir chocolate chips into cookies. It hurts to do laundry.
It hurts when I’m walking the dogs. It hurts when I’m cleaning up the yard (again with the dogs).
Thank goodness for anti-inflammatories. See, I don’t want to take a narcotic pain medication and the muscle relaxer? Ain’t doing squat. So ibuprofen it is. And PT. And trips to the chiro. My primary doc is going to get sick of seeing me. Three times in one month? Sheesh. I barely go once a year for physical. MOMMIES DON’T GET SICK OR HURT.
I could sit back and do nothing (no, I cannot. I cannot sit). But I’d have more to do this week if I did nothing on the weekend. I pitched in where I could. I can vacuum! That doesn’t hurt! I can snuggle with my Bugs! That doesn’t hurt! I can cuddle on the couch and watch movies and do crossword puzzles with my boys! That doesn’t hurt!
The husband did more than his share of stuff this weekend. He ran EVERY BLINKING THING through the laundry this weekend, did dishes multiple times, cooked most meals and cleaned up the doggy poo. He took Bugaboo for rides when he made me crazy. He drove so I didn’t have to. He ran errands. I owe him big time (get your minds out of the gutter. THAT ain’t happening for a few more days).
Now, if only I could get someone else to get up all night with Bugaboo…