About three weeks ago, I dislocated my rib. Badly. Chris and I were working our way through the LAST week of Insanity and mid pushup, I felt and heard a loud pop in the middle of my back. It hurt, for sure...but I seemed fine enough. The next few days I was VERY sore, so assumed I had pulled a muscle or something. I was careful, modified my last three days of workout, iced the area, massaged the area. You name it...I pulled out every trick I know. Alas, it was not getting any better. After 11 days with no improvement I had had enough and went to see my chiropractor. She x-rayed me, fearing I might have broken something. Nothing broken, thank goodness! But I did have a very dislocated rib. Which explained totally while it hurt to move and why I couldn't really take a deep breath. Both my chiropractor and the x-ray tech said they had neither seen anything like my wonky rib. So she fixed it. Reset it. Taped it all up. I was given instructions to ice, be still, take it easy, No exercise beyond walking for a full week. And for once, I actually listened. And I felt better. But after a full week, while I could certainly breathe better, I noticed that I was still unable to move certain ways and it actually seemed to be getting some worse. So yesterday, I headed back in to see if it needed tweaking. It did. Along with the ribs on the other side. Oh joy. After much cracking and disgusting crunching ( I HATE the sound of bones moving), I am, supposedly, put back into place. However, this morning, I am not feeling much improved. And I am, now, three weeks into this thing, approaching cranky. I have already iced this morning. And there is NO WAY I am going to attempt a run. Yesterday's attempt was one of the most painful runs of my life! I just want it all to settle down and BEHAVE!!! I think bones should just chill out and stay where you put them. It would certainly make my life a bit easier right about now.
On another, completely different note...report cards came home yesterday. No one flunked any classes. Nothing below a C. But Ben's report card smacked of laziness and Max...well, poor Max missed the mark ONCE AGAIN. The rule around here has been...all year long...A's and B's will earn you keys. Max has been legally eligible to take his driver's learning permit test since July. However...his grades have NOT been too great this year. As a matter of fact, they were poor enough that he had to sit out the last 4 meets of the swim season, due to a couple of D's he earned. He did have everything back up into the A and B arena this time. All except for one grade. One lab he failed to turn in brought his chemistry grade down to a C. Yet another lesson in responsibility brought to you by life! I did point out to him that it is ENTIRELY possible that Benjamin may be able to earn and take the permit test long before Max ever pulls it together enough to do so. I don't think he enjoyed that vision one bit. Of course, he doesn't think for a second that this scenario will ever in a million years happen...which is exactly why it most probably WILL happen. My Max does love to live in the land of Denial...that's for sure. Anyway...another six weeks without a teenage driver in the house (thank you Lord!). Suffice it to say that I am NOT ready to see Max Roberts behind the wheel of a car. Out on the road alone. At all. Makes me all kinds of queasy just thinking about it!
What else? Well, if you are "in the loop" on an insider basis, then I will say that there is still no news and you will know, unfortunately, what that means. All is quiet and so we are waiting. And you KNOW how much I hate waiting. Patience has never been my strong point. There is no end in sight...but hope springs eternal in the Roberts house. Perhaps there will be news soon?
And in final thoughts...I am horribly and terrifically allergic to this state of Texas. Sneezing my fool head off I tell ya. Which is great fun with this wonky rib. Claritin is the single most USELESS allergy drug I have ever encountered in my entire life. I'm sitting here wondering why the man across the street is eternally running around in his pajamas and socks outside. I see him do it ALL THE TIME and I just wonder why he hasn't found time to get dressed yet, since it's 10:15 a.m. on a Friday morning? I am wishing someone would show up at my door and announce that they are here to clean my kitchen, followed by all my floors and then all my laundry. (Yes, I AM delusional....AND??????) And I am hungry and in need of a snack. Which is now my cue to get off of here and get into my dirty kitchen and get to work I guess. Uggggh. That thought alone is enough to push me right on over the line into Cranky Town! Have a great Friday! Back soon!
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