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muck_a_luckI seem to be taking a little break from sleeping as the last of the original anesthetic must have worn off. I'll go back to sleeping after those two vicodin take effect. Yay, drugs! (Please excuse pain/drug induced typos.)
So. You may have noticed me complain a few times about the state of my bellybutton after my pregnancy with The Barbarian. Similarly to how I complained about the state of my feet after my pregnancy with AG33. Pregnancy, ahem, ruined my tiny feet. My (male) (size 13) friend once yelped, while we were shoe shopping, "Were your feet bound as a child?!" Pregnancy also turned my belly button inside out. AND it looked ghastly. Like a huge lump, really. Much more upsetting than my tiny feet grown one size (yes, still the smallest at the office by far, and I'm not shortest! *is proud for absolutely no reason at all*). ETA: No, Susan's are much smaller than mine, what was I thinking?! *is grumpy for no reason at all*
If you choose not to click the cut, I will let you know in advance that I'm blaming three things, in this order: The Barbarian; monkeybars; yoga. But I will only blame The Barbarian to her face when she's a teenager/young adult and I am out of ways to make her feel guilty and I need a last resort (and of course, it probably won't work).
OK, wow, Vicodin. Any time now guys.
I was, in fact, vain enough to look up what happened to my bellybutton and I will tell you that I have suspected I could have an unbilical hernia for a couple of years. But as it was just ugly, I thought, eh. What can you do? Badges of motherhood.
Well, apparently what you can do is get something trapped in the sucker, then twisted around in a nasty way and it can cause agonizing, nausea-inducing pain. Yay, badges of motherhood.
So. I have blamed thing number one.
On to thing number two. Monkeybars.
One of the nurses in the emergency room heard that I had hurt myself on the monkeybars and asked, "How old is the little girl?" *tries not to laugh until Vicodin kicks in*
On Sunday, while The Barbarian played on the slide, I was attempting to do some chinups on the monkeybars. I could not actually DO a chinup, but I was able to hold my bodyweight off the ground a good long time and was tucking my knees up. I'm thinking that was probably a contributing factor to what happened Monday morning.
On to thing number three. Yoga.
So, Monday morning, I popped in Iron Yoga, which I had snagged at the libarary.
Iron yoga was definitely interesting, though the instructor has a tiny high voice and I hate the set.
That said, I was feeling very grumpy about the second sequence, which was based on Tree. Oh, Iron Yoga is yoga done with hand weights. I was using my 5 pound dumbells for most of the part I got through.
Anyway, the second sequence is based on Tree, which you hold for approximately three hours, I swear. I am not a fan of tree. And for this sequence you not only hold tree, but of course, you are holding your barbells, most of the time extended straight out to the sides.
Everyone who has done tree can imagine the amount of core strength I was exerting at that time.
THEN came the killer (though I think it was probably only a matter of time and if it wasn't this, it would have been something else)... I started the triangle sequence.
I got through it, but it really started to hurt. Way more than it should have. So I finished the first leg and reached down to touch my belly. It was very painful to the touch, plus a little distended behind the belly button, plus it was very, very painful when I touched it there. Plus, I thought maybe my belly button blob was kind of discolored.
So I'm thinking, yay, real hernia?
But not really. Just because I've been thinking of it like that for a long time.
So I moved all my yoga stuf out of the basement. I went from being in pain of about 4 to being in pain of about 5.5.
Then I went up for a shower. Because I kept thinking all weekend I'd workout in the mornings so I'd have my shower then, but the mornings kept turning into sleeping in, so I had not had a shower or washed my hair sinfce Friday morning and I stank. At this point, stinking and needing a bath still outweight the pain I was in.
In the shower, pain shot up to something like 9. I thought I would vomit right it was so horrible. I got the soap out of my hair and got out of the shower and leaned on the vanity for a minute just trying not to vomit, then when the pain got back down to something like 7.5 I was able to wrap a towel around my head a hobble very decrepitly out to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and called Husband. By the end of the call I was back up to a 9 and crying on the phone. I was convinced that I was going to have to call paramedics to come and take me to the hospital. But I was naked and I could not face the humiliation of having someone have to take me away in that condition, and don't say it, I was in a lot of pain and possibly not thinking straight.
So I got up to at least try to put my nightshirt back on, and I immeditely went back down to about a 6 on the pain scale. I go so much relief that as I moved around getting dressed I thought it was conceivable that I could drive myself to the hospital after all. Hospital was still definitely on the agenda, though.
But, by the time AG33 and I got The Barbarian out of her crib and I got myself back down the stairs, I was very concerned that I was not safe to drive. So as the children were complete angels... Well, The Barbarian's complete angelic-ness ran out after she toileted and dressed herself, but she remained managable by her perfect brother... So as the children were very, very good I called Cellmate.
She came and got me and The Barbarian and we dropped The Barbarian at day care on our way to the hospital.
AG33 fed himself, made his own lunch, and caught the school bus. *hugs him tight*
OK. I think I'm getting some Vicodin action, so we'll call this chapter one. I'll be back with the full hospital treatment in a while.
So. You may have noticed me complain a few times about the state of my bellybutton after my pregnancy with The Barbarian. Similarly to how I complained about the state of my feet after my pregnancy with AG33. Pregnancy, ahem, ruined my tiny feet. My (male) (size 13) friend once yelped, while we were shoe shopping, "Were your feet bound as a child?!" Pregnancy also turned my belly button inside out. AND it looked ghastly. Like a huge lump, really. Much more upsetting than my tiny feet grown one size (yes, still the smallest at the office by far, and I'm not shortest! *is proud for absolutely no reason at all*). ETA: No, Susan's are much smaller than mine, what was I thinking?! *is grumpy for no reason at all*
If you choose not to click the cut, I will let you know in advance that I'm blaming three things, in this order: The Barbarian; monkeybars; yoga. But I will only blame The Barbarian to her face when she's a teenager/young adult and I am out of ways to make her feel guilty and I need a last resort (and of course, it probably won't work).
OK, wow, Vicodin. Any time now guys.
I was, in fact, vain enough to look up what happened to my bellybutton and I will tell you that I have suspected I could have an unbilical hernia for a couple of years. But as it was just ugly, I thought, eh. What can you do? Badges of motherhood.
Well, apparently what you can do is get something trapped in the sucker, then twisted around in a nasty way and it can cause agonizing, nausea-inducing pain. Yay, badges of motherhood.
So. I have blamed thing number one.
On to thing number two. Monkeybars.
One of the nurses in the emergency room heard that I had hurt myself on the monkeybars and asked, "How old is the little girl?" *tries not to laugh until Vicodin kicks in*
On Sunday, while The Barbarian played on the slide, I was attempting to do some chinups on the monkeybars. I could not actually DO a chinup, but I was able to hold my bodyweight off the ground a good long time and was tucking my knees up. I'm thinking that was probably a contributing factor to what happened Monday morning.
On to thing number three. Yoga.
So, Monday morning, I popped in Iron Yoga, which I had snagged at the libarary.
Iron yoga was definitely interesting, though the instructor has a tiny high voice and I hate the set.
That said, I was feeling very grumpy about the second sequence, which was based on Tree. Oh, Iron Yoga is yoga done with hand weights. I was using my 5 pound dumbells for most of the part I got through.
Anyway, the second sequence is based on Tree, which you hold for approximately three hours, I swear. I am not a fan of tree. And for this sequence you not only hold tree, but of course, you are holding your barbells, most of the time extended straight out to the sides.
Everyone who has done tree can imagine the amount of core strength I was exerting at that time.
THEN came the killer (though I think it was probably only a matter of time and if it wasn't this, it would have been something else)... I started the triangle sequence.
I got through it, but it really started to hurt. Way more than it should have. So I finished the first leg and reached down to touch my belly. It was very painful to the touch, plus a little distended behind the belly button, plus it was very, very painful when I touched it there. Plus, I thought maybe my belly button blob was kind of discolored.
So I'm thinking, yay, real hernia?
But not really. Just because I've been thinking of it like that for a long time.
So I moved all my yoga stuf out of the basement. I went from being in pain of about 4 to being in pain of about 5.5.
Then I went up for a shower. Because I kept thinking all weekend I'd workout in the mornings so I'd have my shower then, but the mornings kept turning into sleeping in, so I had not had a shower or washed my hair sinfce Friday morning and I stank. At this point, stinking and needing a bath still outweight the pain I was in.
In the shower, pain shot up to something like 9. I thought I would vomit right it was so horrible. I got the soap out of my hair and got out of the shower and leaned on the vanity for a minute just trying not to vomit, then when the pain got back down to something like 7.5 I was able to wrap a towel around my head a hobble very decrepitly out to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and called Husband. By the end of the call I was back up to a 9 and crying on the phone. I was convinced that I was going to have to call paramedics to come and take me to the hospital. But I was naked and I could not face the humiliation of having someone have to take me away in that condition, and don't say it, I was in a lot of pain and possibly not thinking straight.
So I got up to at least try to put my nightshirt back on, and I immeditely went back down to about a 6 on the pain scale. I go so much relief that as I moved around getting dressed I thought it was conceivable that I could drive myself to the hospital after all. Hospital was still definitely on the agenda, though.
But, by the time AG33 and I got The Barbarian out of her crib and I got myself back down the stairs, I was very concerned that I was not safe to drive. So as the children were complete angels... Well, The Barbarian's complete angelic-ness ran out after she toileted and dressed herself, but she remained managable by her perfect brother... So as the children were very, very good I called Cellmate.
She came and got me and The Barbarian and we dropped The Barbarian at day care on our way to the hospital.
AG33 fed himself, made his own lunch, and caught the school bus. *hugs him tight*
OK. I think I'm getting some Vicodin action, so we'll call this chapter one. I'll be back with the full hospital treatment in a while.
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Date: 2009-04-21 07:43 am (UTC)I just got your mail and read this and now having to zoom off to work but I'm so glad you're okay.
You're okay, right? The second half of the story has to go well if you're at home and posting. *reassures self* And you have Vicodin. Score!
AG33 is such a star :)
Much love and gentle hugs, hon. Take care of yourself *squidges*
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Date: 2009-04-21 09:03 am (UTC)The good news is now this thing is fixed for good and I should have no more problems.
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Date: 2009-04-21 08:24 am (UTC)And hooray for older siblings. *gives AG33 a high-five*
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Date: 2009-04-21 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-21 12:26 pm (UTC)Yay for the perfect children. That's a blessing. Enjoy the vicodin and rest, rest, rest!
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Date: 2009-04-21 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-21 03:16 pm (UTC)With your post here, it seems likely that the damned thing was certainly homicidal towards you! I am headed over to read Part two.
Take care of yourself today!
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Date: 2009-04-21 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-21 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-21 04:14 pm (UTC)Yeah. Driving myself would have been a small disaster, I think.