29 May 2012

The Lamest Post in the History of Forever

Allow me to complain. I don't do it all that often. But considering that we just had a three day weekend, I feel robbed.

Saturday got taken up by a work-related memorial service, in the city - one of those events at which one's attendance feels mandatory rather than heart-felt. She was a lovely woman, and important to our organization in many ways over a long period of time, but I barely knew her, and would rather have been almost anywhere else at 11:00 on Saturday morning.

Sunday, we went for a bike ride, en famille. At what should have been the mid-point, I fell off my bike. I wasn't even riding! I'd stopped, waiting for my people, and in the process of dismounting, I caught my leg on the rear tire and went down, smash, on my tuchus. I swear, I thought I'd broken my coccyx, so much so that my husband took me to the ER where they shot me up with morphine and x-rayed me. Luckily it's not broken, but as the nice doctor pointed out, that means two weeks of pain instead of six weeks. Joy. I spent the rest of the weekend doped up on Percocet, reading and napping.

I did stagger out to the Memorial Day parade, briefly, and managed to miss two of the three dignitaries as they went by. I did wave frantically at the Secretary of State; I don't think she saw me though.

The worst bit about this damned injury is that on Thursday I have to get in the car and drive for four hours. I think I'll take my husband's car, because his isn't a stick shift, but still - not exactly looking forward to it.

Maybe it won't be so bad; I did make it to work today.

Okay. I'm not going to complain anymore.

Oh, except that this inability to move is going to interfere with my Couch to 5K training - of which I'd only gotten through the first week.

Argh.

No more lame posts. I promise.

(Maybe.)

15 comments:

FreshHell said...

Yikes. That's something to complain about.

Slow Panic said...

i think you have the right to complain. sounds pretty painful. hope you feel better soon.

Harriet said...

Ugh. I have done that and it's not at all pleasant. And no one feels sorry for you when you fall on your ass. Hope you're feeling better soon.

Kizz said...

I feel like this was all justified and SO SORRY about your butt bone. That's excruciating. Can you get some sort of ice pillow to sit on while you drive?

Janet said...

omg OUCH!!! Hope you heal quickly. YIKES!

nicole said...

that stinks Maggie. I hope the recovery goes quickly!

Jody said...

Ouch. OUCH.

Donut pillow. Don't leave home without one.

susan said...

I hope someone has gotten you a donut pillow by now. Seems to me one of the benefits of a blog is the ability for your readers to supply you with sympathetic thoughts and amusing stories to distract you. Although I suppose we can't do that while you are driving on Thursday.

Sarah said...

oh shit, honey. i'm sorry.

AnnetteK said...

Ouch! I bet you're REALLY going to need a margarita Thursday night! Hope you heal quick.

alejna said...

Ouch! You are allowed to complain. I hope that you heal quickly, and that your drive on Thursday is as painless as possible.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

That better be some important place you have to be--a bruised tailbone can hurt for a very long time.

Hopefully you will bounce back quickly.

Jeanne said...

My husband fell down some stairs and hurt his tailbone in a similarly non-dramatic fashion the day before we were taking the kids to Disneyland in CA, so not only the highway but the rides were not fun. Just to make you feel luckier in comparison.

Rima said...

You NEVER complain on your blog, so I rather enjoyed it. But I'm very sorry about your accident (sounds awful) and your wasted weekend. These things do matter.

Mary G said...

Ow! Hope you heal fast and have a wonderful time with Miss Precision at your reunion, able to sit and smile.