Ow
So, after everyone left last night, I started to realize that the last beer that I drank (the one Garvey valiantly tried to save me from) really was one too many. Dizziness and stumbling off to bed ensued.
This morning, horror beyond all description in polite conversation.
But, basically, I'm reasonably certain that I cracked a rib while experiencing all the horror. Fargo wants to take me to get X-rayed, but I'm too embarrassed to go.
Why couldn't I just have burst all the blood vessels around my eyes again? That was just unattractive - now I have unattractive groaning and clutching of my torso, too.
That is all.
Update:
So, shortly after writing this, there was an amazing pain experience that left me honestly screaming and crying, and now . . . no more pain. We think that I must have knocked the rib out of place (or something, neither one of us have M.D. after our names), and when I leaned back funny on the couch (while trying to avoid crushing Spartacus), it went back into place. This was only after 12 hours of shallow breathing and silent groans, however. So, now I can't continueto joke with Fargo that I love him so much, and wanted to celebrate his birth so furiously that I broke a bone in the process. And Fargo will stop forcing milk on me now (I hope) - and stop calling me "Mrs. Glass."
THIS is all.
This morning, horror beyond all description in polite conversation.
But, basically, I'm reasonably certain that I cracked a rib while experiencing all the horror. Fargo wants to take me to get X-rayed, but I'm too embarrassed to go.
Why couldn't I just have burst all the blood vessels around my eyes again? That was just unattractive - now I have unattractive groaning and clutching of my torso, too.
That is all.
Update:
So, shortly after writing this, there was an amazing pain experience that left me honestly screaming and crying, and now . . . no more pain. We think that I must have knocked the rib out of place (or something, neither one of us have M.D. after our names), and when I leaned back funny on the couch (while trying to avoid crushing Spartacus), it went back into place. This was only after 12 hours of shallow breathing and silent groans, however. So, now I can't continueto joke with Fargo that I love him so much, and wanted to celebrate his birth so furiously that I broke a bone in the process. And Fargo will stop forcing milk on me now (I hope) - and stop calling me "Mrs. Glass."
THIS is all.