Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Surprise Surprise

Well yesterday I was feeling a lot better. I was able to maneuver myself with very little pain. I was hopeful and optimistic. Which of course led to some bad decisions. I stopped taking the vicodin because it gave me crazy itchies that made me feel like I was headed straight for an episode of Intervention. I also decided that it would be a LOT easier if I just went grocery shopping... you know... I could use the cart like a walker.

Long story short I'm in bed for the day.

I told the doctor, yesterday, "I'm an antsy type... so you need to be VERY specific... can I actually make this worse?" Apparently yes. He told me to refrain from sitting as much as possible and just stand. That gets old. And once you're standing it's not too big of a leap to stand in front of the stove... making dinner... which leads to lifting pots and pans... and making grocery lists... and going to the grocery store. You get the picture.

Mr F is big on the feigned reprimands all the while moving out of the way and disappearing to another room to check email... not to be seen again. I can't blame him... but I can't blame myself for thinking that maybe the frozen foods should get put in the freezer... and so I did start unpacking the groceries.

Not being able to do things on my time table is the equivalent of Hell for me. If there is a Hell it is having to wait around while your ADD husband gets things *done* (or not) and having to just sit with it. It's enough to make you yell "Spine Be Damned!" and jump (or slowly roll yourself off the couch wincing... but whatever) and hobble into the kitchen to serve your children some actual vegetables.

The good news is that it doesn't look like I will need surgery. The bad news is that I'm in for a 2 -3 month recovery. The doctor said that while many people hobble in saying they broke their tailbone almost nobody actually does. I'm something of a medical marvel.


Supermom said...

Its scary how much alike we are. I am not the SIT DOWN DO NOTHING type person.

I am married to the PERFECT PROCRASTINATOR so that is a bit frustrating.

My doctor had to be very specific with me while recovering from my last cesarean. She and Superdad tag teamed me about doing NOTHING. She wouldn't even let me do laundry!!!

Anyway! I am glad you don't have to have surgery!!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day today!

Andrea said...

glad to hear that you dont need surgery, hope you start feeling better soon does 2-3 months mean no activity or little activity I cant imagine being down for the count for even a couple of days! Happy new Year!

Mr Furious said...

Well, is it my fault it would take a tranquilizer gun to keep you from demonstrating your preferred method for slicing an apple?

Haley said...

Yeah, forcible rest sucks big time -- it drives me out of my gourd.

I have a small silver lining for you. I don't remember which magazine I read this in (probably Prevention or Health) but standing supposedly burns significantly more calories than sitting -- I guess more than you would logically suspect. I know that sounds like sort of a "duh" kind of thing, but I remember being impressed by the numerical difference -- wish I could locate that article, but alas no luck.

Wishing you guys a Happy (and healing) New Year!

Mrs Furious said...

Mr F,
that really did happen folks!

If this happened to Mr f he'd be happily lying in front of the TV without a care in the world! I hate not doing stuff... 2 hours of TV and I'm ready to kill myself.

I can do normal walking. I should really stand as much as possible... even lying down hurts a bit. I might be able to start exercising in a month and the rest is just how long it will take until I'm more or less pain free. So not total bed rest... thank God!!

Mrs Furious said...

I'm always looking for the upside!

P/F said...

You have been given a prescription for failure: Do nothing, but remain standing. How could you possibly stand around the house and not be driven crazy by all there is to do this time of year?

Luckily, I know from experience that my husband wouldn't be of any help (and I would try to micromanage what he actually did). My hope for you is a hope that I would have for myself in the same situation. That you are at peace with the imperfection that you'll have to live with for a little while. :)

gooddog said...

Mrs. F-

Here's to 2009.

May it be better in some ways (the in-laws, the neighborhood, the ice skating) and just as good in others (sweet kid and baby, compacting and a vicodin/wine new year's eve!)

For those of us (me) self-centered types, I'm thrilled that it looks like this broken butt thing will lead to lots of Mrs. F blogging! YEA!

Happy New Years to you and the fam.

katieo said...

Mr F- Tranquilizer comment = hilarious.

Mrs F, As someone who has been out of commission for the past two months, I really am sorry. I hate being relegated to invalid status. We've been eating frozen microwavable food more than we ever have my entire life. (If I have to smell a tater tot ONE MORE TIME, ugh) .

And the standing up but not lifting or DOING anything? That is a ridiculous set of circumstances for any stay at home mom. Because if mom is "up," mom should be able to do stuff right?

I have to give Aaron VERY SPECIFIC instructions. (As in, "make sure the kids SPIT after they brush their teeth.") Then I just have to let go...which kills me.

I just keep telling myself it WILL end. Whatever "effects" may come of you having to recover, at least they'll be temporary. (Someday my kids will see vegetables on their plate again, lol...)

AT22 said...

Is it weird that all the men associated with the women here seem to be completely incapable of actually taking care of the house? Not to judge... ;)

And I have just one word for the "bed" rest you must do: Netflix (and/or RedBox). At least it won't be absolutely mindless TV. Catch up on some stuff you *really* want to watch. Oh, I suppose you could read or something, but...

Mrs Furious said...

Well you know what they say... opposites attract ;)

For us I can say that Mr F's competency around the house atrophied as I became the primary parent/house manager.

are you on bed rest... or just suffering through?

"Someday my kids will see vegetables on their plate again"
And yes I need to just let things go. We won't die if we only eat pizza... at least it's somewhat balanced ;)

Oh yes... I'm sure there'll be plenty of blogging... it might get old as my exposure to new things will be somewhat limited... but I'm sure to be blogging regardless. ;)

"You have been given a prescription for failure:"
you are right. Who on Earth could just stand around?! It's craziness.

Gigs said...

Due to an unprecidented amount of time my coworkers have spent on Facebook, my company has the new policy of blocking virtually every website a person may want to access, so I am way behind on the Furious family. I'm so so sorry about your broken butt, Mrs. F! I have a bad back that will occaisionally render me immobile, and I feel for you for sure. And I know how hard it is to sit back and watch your spouse try to run the household when you have your own way of doing things...ugh! I hope your recovery is mostly painless. Have a happy new year's eve with the family that loves you and a nice vicodin high! Cheers!

Me, Myself and I said...

Happy New Year Mrs. F! and the rest of the Furious Family!

Missives From Suburbia said...

Am I the only one who needs to see a video on Mrs. F's preferred way to slice an apple? That's something I have to admit I could use a tutorial on. I have never found an elegant way to do it.

Happy New Year, Furious family!

Heather said...

This sounds eerily familiar to my c-section recovery too. It's very hard for me to do nothing.

No surgery = kickass. Hooray.

Standing constantly sounds terrible, I'm sorry.

Happy 09!

Dana said...

Oh. Mrs. F....I feel like I'm reading my own blog. The antsy, itchy feeling I had, not being able to walk and taking the big Vs....oy!

It's too hard to do nothing, but isn't it funny how when our lives our busy and chaotic, we'd kill to sit still?

Hang in there....

And Happy New Year!

Anonymous said...

The downer (sorry!) about breaking your tailbone is that it most likely will bother you for the rest of your life. Sitting for extended periods of time, anywhere (movies, church, at the computer, etc.), will be painful... I don't think I broke mine in the eighth grade (a friend was "spotting" me on a cheerleader jump and dropped me--my parents weren't concerned enough to take me to the dr.), but if I didn't, I still sprained it badly enough that I had trouble sitting in college classes four years later...

It still gives me trouble at times. :(

katieo said...

suffering through.
I'm not anywhere NEAR as sick as I was with Thomas. Still feel like crap 24/7, but not throwing up as much. Plus, it's starting to go away and I'm almost 5 months. I remember still throwing up with T at 6 months.
So whatever. It's hard to feel that grateful when you feel like crap- but I know it could be a lot worse.
Can you drive?

Mrs Furious said...

Oh I'm sorry for you!

Yeah I did some research online and found a LOT of people who were living with some pain permanently. :(

I'm allowed to drive but as of yet I haven't attempted it. It's painful just riding in the car let alone having to work the pedals. I'm scared!
I'm glad you're getting better.

MommyTime said...

I'm so sorry you are going through this. I had a friend who broke her tailbone the exact same way (well, minus the falling child), and I saw how painful that was. The bad news is 2-3 months is right. The good news is: the severe pain didn't last nearly that long. It is relatively short-lived. I hope you are feeling a bit better soon. Sending hugs...

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