And so it begins..

Last night was rough. The evening was great, Ashley came back over and spent a few hours with me, we laughed quite a bit. Always nice to have company. Stayed up with Mimi watching movies and we watched American Horror Story (the first two episodes). Definitely freaky. Then I went to bed, which proved to be more horrifying than the tv show. After the 10 minutes it takes to maneuver the walker down the hallway and in to my room, I got settled in to the bed. I have always been one to sleep on my side, but have been having to sleep on my back since the accident. I managed to find a halfway comfortable position, laying on my right side with a body pillow between my legs to stabilize my hips. After about 2 hours, I woke up in so much pain I was crying. Luckily, it was time for my next dose of pain medication anyways, so I took it, waited for it to kick in, and went back to sleep.

This is where it got bad.. For some reason, my body got brave, and I rolled on to my left side in my sleep. I woke up gasping for air, and the pain was equal to the night the accident happened. I cried for a few hours, not wanting to wake anyone up. I took another pain pill, and it didn't do much to relieve it. Once I was able to calm myself, I read for a while, but was unable to actually get out of bed until noon, when Mimi came in and gave me a muscle relaxer and another pain pill. It wasn't that I couldn't get out of bed because I was tired, but because the pain was too great for me to even be able to move. I foresee me sleeping in the recliner for a while, until this gets better.

But on a lighter note, I woke up to a few phone calls where people are wanting to come visit. I absolutely love visitors. When coworkers and friends come by, it's like for a little while, I have my life back. I'm not just some gimp who can't do anything for themselves. I'm actually myself, and can laugh through the pain, even if only for a little while.

Quote for the day:

"Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does."

William James