Monday, February 13, 2012
Yep, that's me - I'm Cracking Up!
I met with a little accident just over a week ago and hurt myself badly.
As if I don't have enough to deal with!
Hubby and I had been watching a film in bed. I had been desperate for it to end, since for the last half hour of it, I kept nodding off to sleep. So, whenever it finished at one o'clock, I got up to go to the loo. I didn't even need to go - just habit!
Somehow, I don't quite know exactly how, but my foot got tangled in something lying on the floor (that'll teach me for being untidy!) and the next thing I knew I was falling. And with quite a force too.
I bashed my back against the wardrobe, then slid down it, and caught it again on a chest of drawers. Ian couldn't get out of bed fast enough to come to help me. I was screaming in pain. It's actually a bit strange. I can remember hearing myself scream, and thinking, this is ridiculous screaming like this, but I couldn't stop. The scream just seemed to go on and on.
Ian got me picked up off the floor and my back hurt so much that I was sure that I had done some damage. He got me sitting down, but I kept feeling as if I was going to faint and I couldn't breathe. Probably because there was no air left in my lungs after that ginormous scream! Ian said I had absolutely no colour in my face - even my lips had turned white. I did calm down eventually, but the pain in my back was really bad and I have to say, I was really worried. Ian offered to get me some painkillers, but as my face had been really bad that weekend, I was already at my limit for the day, so could take no more. But by five in the morning, I had to take some tablets. It had become so painful.
On Monday, I convinced myself that it was just muscular. I don't know why I say "just". There is nothing "just" about muscular pain. It can be severe. Extremely severe! But I didn't see the point in running to an emergency GP, or an hour's drive to our nearest casualty department. I had an appointment arranged to see my usual GP on the Wednesday, so I decided it would keep until then. As you know, I already live with chronic back pain due to my scoliosis. So I kind of felt like it wasn't too seriously injured despite the pain. I also have Osteoporosis, which means that my bones are thinning and could break easily. (I think I conveniently forgot about that!) Obviously, had the pain become worse, Ian would have taken me to casualty.
But I managed to last until the appointment on Wednesday....I couldn't drive because of the pain, so hubby took me down. I struggled to get out of the chair when my name was called, so hubby helped me up.
My doctor listened to my story and took a look and reckoned that it wasn't "just" muscle pain, but that I had probably cracked my ribs when I fell against the wardrobe. And the treatment for cracked ribs......nothing. You just need to keep them until they get better. Which is what I am trying to do. With a lot of oooohs, aaaaaarghs and squealing noises.
It hurts. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to laugh. Hurts to cough. Hurts to sneeze. Hurts to yawn. Hurts to stand up. Hurts to sit down. Lie down. Get back up. Open doors. Close doors. Basically.......it just hurts.......all the time. It hurts!!!
Oh, I forgot to mention hiccups. Cracked ribs and hiccups do NOT go well together. Hiccups are the worst of all! (If you read this and know of a hiccup cure, please write in the comments box. Even if you don't know of a cure, I'd be happy if you would write in the coments box!)
You may remember from previous posts, I already had sore ribs. One doctor thought it may have been an osteoporosis crack. That was the other side, but the pain was nothing like this.
So, yes, I think I have started Cracking Up.
And I don't think that a tube of Superglue will fix me!!!