I need drugs. Serious drugs. More so than I've ever felt, after my c-sections or anything. I've pinched a nerve or pulled a muscle or I've got a muscle spasm or a handful of knives lodged in my neck and shoulder waiting to STAB my nervous system with the slightest movement.
One of the above at least. I don't know what to do, so I'm blogging. I can't get comfortable, DEFINITELY can't get comfortable lying down, but can't hustle around the house cleaning and getting ready, I'm too slow- and it's too painful. So I'm sitting at the computer where I can try and distract myself from the pain. Am I complaining enough? Because I need to get it out of my system or I might drive Ross mad, because it's all I can think about. It's depressing really, because I can't even look forward to when he gets home or when the girls go to bed as reprieve because I CAN'T get comfortable. Any way I rest my head just feels WORSE when I later need to lift my head so I can't bare the thought. Sleep is horrible, wake is horrible... What do I do?!!!!
It started a couple of mornings ago. Well maybe it started 27 years ago when I was born with a slightly crooked spine. I know. The whole world has scoliosis... or maybe not at all, according to that Dr. Crazy I saw, all this "sitting around all day" we do with our kids just makes us FEEL like we do. (Remember him?) But whatever is wrong with my back it's to stay. There's always something up with it. But this is the most severe by far. Hopefully it will be short lived, but boy is it inconvenient. This is when the "no sick days" clause of my job really sucks. I've got two slave-drivers for employers.
The weekend at my mom's was SO fun, until I woke up two mornings ago with this. Then yesterday morning it was exponentially worse, but she loaded the car for me and kissed me goodbye and I got on the road with a permanent grimace on my face, hoping I wouldn't really need any range of motion in my neck to drive. Blind spots, blind shmots. I made an appointment for the chiropractor from the car, pulled into town, traded kids with Ross, gave him the sorry-est, lamest kiss (the tiniest bit of pressure on my head sends a tsunami of pain through my neck )after not seeing him for like 6 days!... and went and got a massage. (My chiropractor offers 50 min massages for just your copay-- amazing right? ) It felt great. Awful but GREAT. Until I had to move again and then it was back, maybe even worse. Are you done with this debbie -downer story... wait it gets worse.
So after an awful night, we get in bed, Ross tries to help lower me in and lift my head and get it situated on a rolled up towel for neck support but it's all awful and depressing and so painful and THEN Mila starts screaming. We wait and wait but she won't stop so Ross finally goes in and she's THROWN up all over everything and ALL over herself. Oh goodness. Not tonight. Well THAT is a two person job. So Ross helps me in the bathtub so I can comfort her while I clean her up, and he's off to clean-up duty.
And when the tub's nice and full and she's nice and clean and I'm all horrible and pinched... she starts throwing up again --- in the bath we're sitting in! So now we have to freeze while we wait for it to drain and repeat.... you get it. Can you tell I've got too much time right now to tell this story since I can't do anything else? Thanks for distracting me.
So, you know, feel all sorts of sorry for me will ya? Maybe the comments will distract me from the pain.
I'm kidding, not actually asking for comments.
Maybe like a package of my favorite goodies.
Or some vicodin?