Rib Schmib

Okay, how many of you think about your ribs? How many of you really think about your innards?

Be honest, you never do unless something goes very wrong.

I never thought about my ribs. I've thought about and mentally dissected/ lipo-ed the padding on them but not actually thought about the ribs themselves.

Well now I'm forced to think about them 24/7 every damn day!

August 27, 2012, a day of suckage of MAJOR proportions... before Moomin passed away later that day, Doodle decided to jerk me awake before my 5am alarm by attempting to vomit on me in my bed. 

Disoriented coz I'm not even close to fully awake, I tried shoving her off me and she strongly resisted. I sat up and tried shoving her off again which she strongly resisted again while making yarfing motions/sounds. So I ripped the covers off me and tried shoving her off the bed which she again resisted all the while attempting to heave her guts up.

It was still very dark so I reached for the light switch to assist me with seeing how to get the damned cat off my bed and no switch, so I reached a bit farther, still no switch, has to be there so I reached for a third farther time and 

BANG!

I'd fallen out of bed flat on my right side with my arm out straight onto hard wood floors. And Doodle is no longer such an important issue and I. AM. NOW. AWAKE.

Holy shit I thought I was going to pass out and vomit myself. I'd knocked the wind out of me which made things all that much more fun. I got myself upright, cuddling my right side/arm, trying not to panic/vomit, and trying so hard to stay calm to take strained strange sounding breaths. My alarm went off. And it wasn't stopping.

I crawled up on my bed, stopped the alarm, continued trying to take breaths but the pain in my right side was making me feel alternatingly cold and really REALLY warm, clammy and sweaty, my lips would be cold while my cheeks were hot and then my lips would get hot and my cheeks would get cold, and I was very nauseated. And I had to frickin' pee.

Which was a TMI experience not going to go into.

Afterwards I made the executive decision to go to the ER so I medicated Moo and Doo before I left because I did not know how long I was going to be away and saw that Moo was having a hard time breathing so I tried to comfort him and gave him a double dose. Getting in my car, driving to the hospital around the corner, and getting out of my car - yeah not an adventure you see advertised on TV.

Checked in, X-rayed (almost passed out twice while they took 4 of 'em, tech said my lips were white), told I had a fracture in my 6th rib, shot in the butt of "rib medicine", and back home with pain med prescription and the deep breathing exerciser. 

Back home to completely not think about myself but about Moo. The Universe chose the most direct and painful way it knew to make sure I stayed home that day. And I did need to be home. What an awful day. I know he's no longer suffering but I am, I wasn't ready for him to go.

And this Tuesday I found, after reading over my doctor's shoulder, that I actually have multiple fractures in my 6th and 7th ribs. No wonder it hurts so damn much. 

Seriously folks, your frickin' ribs are involved in everything thing - big/little - you do. Everything! And I can attest to that. Still have not sneezed since last Monday and am so NOT looking forward to when I do. God is that going to hurt.