Last Sunday as I was at the night job I was twitching my leg, when I heard something in my hip pop. I didn’t think anything about it at the time, until I got up. The pain was very unexpected as I have popped my hip before, although usually when laying down.
I hobbled around and was made fun of on Sunday at work. But still I didn’t think anything of it. Monday morning the pain was still there. So much so that I could only walk up the stairs at work one step at a time, leading with my right leg as my left leg REFUSED to co-operate. I spent the day being laughed at as twitching on a chair as the how I hurt myself is ridiculous. Most thought I hurt myself working out and in hindsight, I should have just gone with it.
I dragged myself into the night job on Monday (I keep writing that as Moanday). Spent a lot of time sitting, which might not have been the best decision. Went home, got in a fight with my oldest, sat some more and then cried real tears when I got up to walk to my bedroom. The pain was intense. Needless to say it took 10 minutes to make the journey. Managed to get myself into bed and was cold and could not fathom getting up again. At this point, I hollered at my child for help. She asked me if I put Tiger Balm on it. Now I hurt and felt foolish.
I rubbed Tiger Balm on my hip and took 2 Advil and still could not find a comfortable position to sleep in. I survived the night and woke up feeling better. I am still not 100% but I do feel significantly better. It goes without saying no exercise was done last week. I’m going to start off slowly tomorrow.
I have a new found respect for those struggling with physical limitations and pain. Pain is very humbling.
Last week I was chilling on the couch when I reached for my full glass of water and tipped it over, sending water everywhere. I think the environment was trying to tell me something. I returned from picking up a roll of paper towel to clean up my mess and I didn’t realize how far the water had traveled and stepped in it and slipped. Landing flat on my back like those cartoon characters that have stepped on a banana.
It did knock the wind out of me for a quick second. And then I laughed and thought maybe I can no longer be left home alone. lol
Fast forward to last night, when I was feeling very proud of myself for doing a harder workout that I really wanted to. I was a hot sweaty mess. Thinking I would be responsible and wash my face before having dinner I went to wash my face and all hell broke loose.
I went to press the pump of my facial soap and some of it went in my hand and a seemingly bigger amount went straight in my left eye. Holy Mother of Mary!!! To say it burned is the greatest understatement of the year. It hurt so much I could not convince my eye to open up so I could flush it with water. Did I mention that my face wash has tea tree oil in it?
Exhibit A the opponent.
It was so painful. After trying to flush out my eye for 15 minutes, my eye still did not want to open willingly. It took about 2 hours before I started to feel like I had not lost vision. By the end of the evening I looked like a close relative of Quasimodo.
Diva even told me as much. Needless to say it was an early night last night. I woke up this morning with my eye still very swollen. Maybe even more so than last night. At least my eye is willing to open and my vision is no longer blurry.
Moving forward only bars of soap for this girl.