Really. I swear. I’ve ventured out of the house twice today. Both times I’ve come home and begged for drugs and fallen onto the couch. They say 6-8 weeks of recovery time. I’m almost to week 5 and it feels like week 2.
Next time I break my pelvis I’m going to do it when I have a nanny and an assistant who will bring me things while I lay still (LIKE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING) and groan. At first I didn’t see a need for crutches, but now I wish I had some. I’m seeing another ER visit in my near future if things don’t improve drastically in the next five minutes or so. (LOL, but not really.)
I already have Fibromyalgia and live with some amount of pain on a daily basis anyway. I mean, REALLY? REALLY? I used to think “everything happens for a reason”….but….yeah. Not so much.
Feel free to call and keep me company while I lie on the couch on a bag of ice and try not to whine. I’m trying really hard to be a big girl here.