The big news of this post all started Tuesday night. Since the trip back to Manitoba, I have been fighting a pretty nasty chest cold and was thinking I was on the tail end of it. Unfortunately, at about 2:45 am in the middle of a coughing fit, I felt and heard a big pop on the left side of my rib cage. HOLY SHIT it hurt like an M'er F'er. I tried to be as quiet as possible so Aaron could get some sleep since he was going to go to work in the morning and I already knew there was no way I was going to be able to adjust people.
When Aaron woke up we had a short but teary discussion about him not going to work as it was now apparent that I wasn't going to be able to drive myself anywhere since I couldn't even get out of bed without help (A LOT of help). About 11:15 we made it to the OB's office for a consultation. She told me that I had separated a couple of ribs from the cartilage and that the only thing we could do was control the symptoms with narcotics and rest. All I could think was, thank god I can take something stronger than Tylenol cause it's not helping at all!!!
The Vicodin that I now take every 4 hours ( I have an alarm set!) and the Aspirin prescribed for the inflammation take the edge off so I can at least get in and out of bed to pee by myself and breathe without wanting to scream. I will force myself to do nothing for the next couple of days or more in order to get back to work next week and get the baby's room painted before I go into labour. I'm going to be fine, EM is going to be fine (seems to really be enjoying the Vicodin), I'm just irritated that I am incapacitated when all I want to do is get the nursery ready and clean the house like a mad woman.
