With as much as this hurts, I think I at least deserve a bruise.
I hurt real bad. I was taking a shower on Friday and managed to step off the part of the bathtub that has the grip on it, and my feet went shooting out from under me. I landed on the back of the tub straight-up on my ribcage. Knocked the wind right out of me, leaving me choking for breath on the tub floor with no chance to react and no idea how badly I was hurt. That's what really sucks about getting the wind knocked out of you. You feel this piercing need to scream and alleviate some of the pain, yet you are left completely unable to make it happen.
In the grand scheme of things, if I had to fall that hard I didn't do too badly. I didn't hit my head or my spine, or twist my arm at an awkward angle. I didn't hit on my lower, false ribs, which probably would've ruptured some organs I'd prefer to have whole. Not too sure if anything is broken or not. I can walk again, albeit not without the occasional grimace when I breathe wrong or lean too far. Even if something is cracked or broken, there's really not much that can be done. I'll just rest up when I'm not working and complain a lot. Amber has been a really good nurse. I would be hurting a lot worse right not without her, particularly since those first two days the slightest movement of any part of my abdomen felt like I was getting shocked by a cattle prod. It's a good thing she has that long neck for me to wrap my arms around when I'm getting up off the couch.
I'm actually pretty much okay now. I still can't sneeze, laugh, or bend at the waist more than about ten degrees, but I just hold in sneezes, avoid humor, and do a lot of deep-knee bends. Shoes are a little tricky, but maybe my bones will knit before too long.
I hope so, because my band also has a show coming up on the 5th at Teaser's. We were supposed to practice with our new drummer on Saturday, but now what we sound like is just going to have to be a surprise. Christy and Mark have jammed with him a few times while I've been working, though, and I played with them while he's been out. I just hope I don't have to play sitting down. This is a rock show, not a knitting class.
In the grand scheme of things, if I had to fall that hard I didn't do too badly. I didn't hit my head or my spine, or twist my arm at an awkward angle. I didn't hit on my lower, false ribs, which probably would've ruptured some organs I'd prefer to have whole. Not too sure if anything is broken or not. I can walk again, albeit not without the occasional grimace when I breathe wrong or lean too far. Even if something is cracked or broken, there's really not much that can be done. I'll just rest up when I'm not working and complain a lot. Amber has been a really good nurse. I would be hurting a lot worse right not without her, particularly since those first two days the slightest movement of any part of my abdomen felt like I was getting shocked by a cattle prod. It's a good thing she has that long neck for me to wrap my arms around when I'm getting up off the couch.
I'm actually pretty much okay now. I still can't sneeze, laugh, or bend at the waist more than about ten degrees, but I just hold in sneezes, avoid humor, and do a lot of deep-knee bends. Shoes are a little tricky, but maybe my bones will knit before too long.
I hope so, because my band also has a show coming up on the 5th at Teaser's. We were supposed to practice with our new drummer on Saturday, but now what we sound like is just going to have to be a surprise. Christy and Mark have jammed with him a few times while I've been working, though, and I played with them while he's been out. I just hope I don't have to play sitting down. This is a rock show, not a knitting class.