Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Arrrrg Matey

Pain is a funny thing, isn't it? I mean, some people can handle it really well and others even enjoy it (eww). But, this girl does not like it. And has a very low tolerance for it.

How did I ever give birth?

So, today I was sitting in our recliner and my dear boy, Malachi, was whining to be held. I bent over and began to pick him up. Half way through singing, "Come to my arms my beamish boy!" I heard a pop. And my vision went blurry. Needless to say, I dropped Malachi immediately (don't worry, he was only inches above the ground) and proceeded to collapse, myself.

This sort of pain is weird. Grasp your pointer finger and pull it- see how the joint separates? Well, that funky feeling of the joint being pulled apart is slightly how it felt... only from Hell. And my knee locked into place.

So, we called the ambulance and they took me away. But, not after it took 5 people and about 15 minutes to get me off of the couch and onto the gurney.

ER's are wonderful places aren't they? I waited for two hours before they gave me something to help with the pain. I had to go through x-rays ("Kill me now" was all I could think- they had to turn my knee in three different directions to get good shots) and about three different nurses feeling around to see what had happened.

I love morphine. Sadly, they would only give me one shot in the ER and none to take home. Jerks.

Oh and morphine does affect breast milk. They said that it would make Malachi a little "sedated". Liars. He's more hyper now that we was at his best part of the day! And I'm in a knee immobilizer, which makes me look and walk like a pirate. A wimpy pirate. I don't even have the cool makeup to really make myself feel good about this leg.

Anyway, I'm done whining. Just thought I'd share a little. :)

P.S. Thank you to all the lovely ladies who called, text and/or twittered me to see if I was alright! You three are the best :)


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