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.
"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." — T.S. Eliot
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Kickball Injuries
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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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