Last night, the nerve block wore off before I got enough pain numbing pills into me. Waves of screaming hate began coursing through my foot/ankle/leg. When I say the pain was f-ing significant, I'm not exaggerating at all. It hurt worse than the actual break and the subsequent wrenching of the bones as they put them back into place. Which is to say A LOT!
I was actually moaning out loud until the pills took the edge off, scaring dogs and Husband alike. Pretty rough for a bit there.
So, at midnight, when the pain started ramping its way to excruciating again, I popped the two pills Nurse Shrek/David had left by the bedside and quietly whimpered until it was beat back to a slight throb.
At 4am, the pain train started to run again. This time, I had no bedside pill to take. Nurse Shrek is a responsible dealer. Addiction ain't happening on his watch. I tried breathing the pain down but that bull**** doesn't last long when it's 4am and in between moans, I could hear my ankle cussing me blue. A wobbly stealth trip (snort) to the kitchen followed. There ain't nothing stealthy about crutches, especially not in the dark with a mumbling moaning sound track. Finally reaching the kitchen, I grabbed the two containers of pills, and foraged for something to layer my tummy with before sending the pill troops in to shut the pain sucker down...
But crutches means no free hands to carry my loot. And my ankle's cussing was getting louder so sitting in the kitchen and drugging up wasn't an option so back to bed I went. An agonizingly slow trip but the crackers, pills and I made it in one piece without too many collisions with the walls and only a few "Arg, I'm going down!" wobbles.
Dumb Asses may have broken my bones but my problem solving skills are still intact! My dignity, not so much - but I'm okay with that. Thanks to the pills.
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me