Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Kickball Injuries

I think I have bad luck with the Winter kickball season. Last year after my very first game of kickball, I fell down the stairs at my parents house. 9am on a Saturday. Sober. Not even hungover. In fact, I was more well rested than normal because Parker's dad had him the night before. Unknown to me until 2 days later, I had broken my tailbone. I was walking around as if I had a giant stick up my butt. The steps I was able to take were so minusculey small, it was pathetic. To be able to get through my day at work, I had to sit on giant pillows at my desk chair. The vicodin the urgent care doctor gave me made me completely useless at work, so I was suffering through the pain with just the help of ibuprofen. My broken tailbone took me about 6 weeks to heal from. 6 weeks with a broken tailbone while also being a single mom to a 1.5 year old was torture. You cant just ignore a 1.5 year old and lay on your stomach on the couch. No... you have to still be up and doing things at all times. The pain was ridiculous. 

So, while I did not hurt myself actually playing kickball last season, this season is different. I had a game this last Sunday, and while playing second base, three of the fingers on my left hand had a small collision with the leg of another player. They bent backwards, and pain instantly shot through my fingers and hand. All I could think of as I was in pain was "I don't have insurance, I don't have insurance, I don't have insurance!!" Since I had to leave my job at UCP last month, my insurance is no longer valid. Luckily, I don't think that I need any medical attention, even though the hand is still hurting days later. The hand is not swollen, not bruised or discolored, pretty much looks great by the naked eye. BUT, it hurts still. A lot. It aches constantly, and any strange movement, and a few sharp pains go through my hand and wrist. All I can hope is that the pain will go away soon, and that the string of Winter season kickball injuries stops here.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, YUCK. I broke my tailbone when I was twelve when the hammock I was in broke and I landed on the wooden bar. But you're right, that's nothing compared to caring for yourself while you have small children to care for, too. **hugs**

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