In the Closet

So I may have broken my tailbone. Really, it's probably just a little bruised and sore and I want to whine. Just a little. Here's how I did it:



(I know, not the best picture, phone camera. Then I didn't get any pics of us actually on the ice because the battery died!) Saturday was Sam's birthday (10th!!) and we all went ice skating because that is how he wanted to celebrate. (Did I say, "Thanks, Sam! GREAT idea!"?) Anyway they have these "nifty" (NOT!) walkers for the little guys to help them not fall on the ice. These walkers don't help the parents, who are trying to help said little guys balance, to not fall on the ice. That being said, it has been at least 18 years since I have donned ice skates, so one fall for the entire night isn't too bad. It hurt a little when I landed, right on my keester, but I got up and kept skating. (I am proud to say that I managed to not pull Dylan down with me. Because I know you're keeping track of my points toward Mom-of-the-Year.) Later I couldn't sleep very well because it is very hard to find a position that doesn't put any pressure on the tailbone. Which I never would have known otherwise, but would have been perfectly happy to go through the rest of my life ignorant of. And it has gotten increasingly painful over the last few days. If you know anything about these types of injuries, please leave a comment. I've heard there isn't much that can be done for a broken tailbone, medically speaking, but a little something for the pain would be nice. Stronger than Advil, please. (See, just a little whining.)

Needless to say my running shoes have remained in the closet so far this week.

Update Wed. 8/20 evening.: No drugs needed. Thank you, Massage Envy!

Update Sun. 8/24 morning: I, um, seem to have *wink* aggravated the tailbone injury last night. So much pain! Please send drugs.