So in case you didn't hear, I spent the better half of Wednesday in the E.R. And I sat in the waiting room with a mask on while 3 kids puked all over the waiting room floor. Glorious times, I'm telling you!
At about 5am, my lovely son had a nightmare (or what I presume to be a nightmare of sorts) so I went downstairs to get him a bottle because that seems to calm him the best.. well, on my way downstairs, I slipped and fell straight onto my tail bone/back for 4 steps.
Now you have to realize that I always fall down the stairs. ALWAYS. This is usually no big deal... except that I really hurt myself this time.
So I give Nathan the bottle and go back to sleep.
When I wake up, I can hardly move. I can barely walk, and sitting down is not an option and its the worst pain I have felt since.... well....... I'd say I didnt hurt this bad when I had Nathan, but I had a really bizarre delivery.
So I call the appointment line, they had no appointments for a couple days so I call the nurse line thinking I"d go to the Urgent Care.. nope, they send me to the ER. So after 3 hours, several xrays that surprise the doctor (he was certain I broke my tail bone, which I hadn't) I get a large dose of Vicodin and orders to sit on my boppy pillow, take it easy, and "no heavy lifting." Mind you, Nathan is sitting in his stroller right beside me. He adds, "well, as best as you can."
So I hobble back to the car, drive to base which was excruciating because in order to drive you have to sit on your bum. I went to base to get my prescription (I had other scripts that I needed to get on base anyway) and drove all the way home, call my parents to let them know whats going on, and my Mom declares that she's going to come up and help me. So Mom came up Wed, helped me clean and stuff, took Nathan for a while... then my Dad came up Friday and fixed a whole bunch of stuff around the house. I am soooooo grateful that they could help me. I honestly didn't think I needed it, but I did. There's not much you can do with a back injury that leaves you almost immobile... especially with a 1 year old.
Its Sunday now and I'm actually feeling a lot better, but the Vicodin is still needed badly for me to get through the day. I really hate it too. It makes me so loopy and I hate that its narcotics, but its the only thing that is helping me at the moment. Dustin suggested trying 1 Vicodin and 4 Motrin to see if that helps.. tried that on Friday and I was about ready to cry, so we're going to try in a few more days to get off the Vicodin. The Doc said this is a slow recovery, could take several weeks so not to push it...... ha ha. I'm a Lathrop- that's what we do. I'm honestly wanting to get back to working out, but that may not happen for a while.
So that's what happened. I feel like an old woman... shuffling along. :D