Sunday, January 24, 2010


My husband was right, which happens more often than I like to admit. I should have done it. I should have gone to the chiropractor a month ago when my back was sore. But it was only a little sore, you know the type, you wake up in to morning and stretch and wiggle trying to get your spine to play nice with your muscles.

Today it happened. I woke up stiff and sore, like usually, and blamed it on 9 months of pregnancy, hauling around a 2 year old and nursing a baby while multi-tasking. I took the 3 girls to church and taught Sunday school, feeling fairly uncomfortable. Annabelle hates the car and I tried to comfort her while driving, twisting in a way that would impress a pretzel. By the time I got home, I couldn't take a deep breath due to the pain. It was the kind of pain that makes labor look preferable.

I hobbled inside best I could, barely able to climb the stairs. I grabbed some easy stuff for the girls to eat for lunch, nursed the baby to sleep and limped into a shower turned hot as I could stand. It didn't help. I put the girls down for a nap and popped 3 ibuprofen. It didn't help. Annabelle woke up, I couldn't hardly pick her up. I almost dropped her so I sat down on the floor. I couldn't get up and poor baby Annabelle had to finish her nap on the floor. I took a Percocet. It took the edge off. The big girls woke up and I needed to change Addilyns diaper. I couldn't sit on the floor to do it, she had to climb up on the changing table. Good thing she is such a monkey. I took a second Percocet. By dinner the pain was manageable. I could pick up the baby and go up the stairs.

I feel like an idiot, what would have been a simple chiropractic adjustment or two has now turned into something that will take time to heal. Matt is in New York until Thursday, so I will continue to self medicate until then.

On a happy note, I think Percocet is great for stress relief. I might even be a better mother on it. Addilyn spooned applesauce down her shirt during dinner and I was only mildly annoyed. My house is a wreck but it doesn't even bother me. Wait a minute, my house is usually a wreck and it rarely bothers me. Oh well, a drug can't do everything.

1 comment:

McHam Family said...

Oh nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! Get well soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!