Since I ws all alone I had to crawl, yes crawl all the way a cross the yard to my dads house. My children were inside watching tv and I layed on the floor convinced that I was dying. After about a a hour I was able to haul myself in the car and get home.
My dear friend Lori came and took my kids and Ben took me to the docs. After some x-rays I found out that I had a fracture on one of my lower vetebrae. He said I put too much stress on it and that created a small crack. He told me that he was not sure how I was sitting in front of him so calm, and that he would expect to see someone unable to walk or speak from the pain.
He was right but my pain tolerance is pretty high, also what is the point of screaming and crying? It would not do me any good except cause more pain in my back. He felt around in my belly to make sure that I didnt have any internal bleeding occuring. He then started talking about pain meds.
Here we go! Just a FYI I
I am not taking the Tramadol anymore except right before I go to bed. Tonight it didnt work, because I sit here wide awake in horrible pain and feeling loopy and sick to my stomache...FAIL. Hopefully I will fall asleep soon, this whole week was suppossed to be about celebrating the birth of my boy but I have been unable to leave the couch. I have company coming this weekend and am so far behind! Ahh!!
Okay, what a boring post right? LOL I am going to blame it on the drugs! ;)