This weekend we worked on wedding stuff and completed the longest accident free streak for Riley in very recent history. Despite crying from hip pain and having some trouble sleeping it felt productive. We got the non-responders on the RSVPs down to single digits. It'll be thrilling when we hit zero, but that's pretty good. We made serious head way with Miss Riley and the potty. She's been dry all day! As she is very fond of saying: AAAAAAAAAAAA-Men!
I am looking forward to an end of the panic feeling that seizes me in waves lately. I'm assuming it's a side effect of too many balls in the air just now. When physical therapy and wedding planning are off my plate...well other things will replace them. I'm an overachiever I can't turn it off. I've been thinking alot about laying the groundwork for a career. What career? I'm narrowing it down, right now event planning and writing seem like possible options that would allow me to still spend most of my time with the kids.
This is all pure fantasy at this point, of course. I miss working and I have no idea when it will be physically possible again. Speaking of the physical limitations, I strained something big time on Friday. Ouch. It feels like I re-broke the bone, but I can and have been baring weight so it can't be a break. I really pushed it the whole rainy day Friday and by bedtime I was in pain. It didn't improve overnight as I expected and I was up on the crutches a good part of Saturday too. So, my fond hope is that all though I stayed in the chair today and it's pretty much the same it will be gone tomorrow.
They always ask before therapy sessions "any groin pain?" in a concerned tone and up until now I always said no. I'm pretty sure a weekend of groin pain is a bad sign. Grumble. In the meantime it's really hard for me to admit to pain so no one knows how bad off I've been.
Tonight when I tearfully admitted how bad it hurt Mike said the worst thing you can EVER say to me when I make such an admission. He said "Maybe it's in your head." I was shaking with anger as I explained the extremely logical reason why I knew the pain was real. Then he suggested if therapy on top of my day to day routine was too much I should stop going. Hmpft! (but also I'd LOVE to). Who knows, budget and distance cry out for no more copays and trips across town. I've done enough to have a solid home program now. The only thing I'd miss is having someone to stretch me. Maybe I will quit...I really don't know what's best for me anymore.
Rest assured though if Mike ever tells me pain is in my head again I will break his fingers and tell him the pain is in his head. Seriously, I told him once he's experienced 7yrs of chronic pain and has 21 surgeries under his belt he is welcome to posit any theory he wishes unsolicited, but until then I'm the expert.
Good healing thoughts directed at my hip friends. I really need my body on my side for a few weeks.