Oh, the pain

I screamed. I never scream. I screamed and cried and wailed, and I must have kept that up for a good 10 minutes.

I've had broken bones. I've had three children. Two of them were born without me being medicated. B But this pain was somehow worse.

It will sound crazy to anyone who has not experienced this, but I fell down some stairs. My foot twisted. I landed on the side of my foot at the bottom of the stairs, and I could. not. move. Awful pain.

The word "sprain," takes on new meaning for me. I admit that I always thought sprains were minor. Breaks were major. Broken bone, oooohh, now that hurts. Sprain, eh, you'll be OK, I used to think.

My hope is that it will heal faster than the broken foot I had in my 20s, when I walked around my college campus in a cast for three months.  And by the way, I didn't utter a scream when that happened. A wave of nausea. Pain. NO screaming.

And though I've been slowing down the past year or so, delegating duties to others, resigning from boards and committees, and even quit my job to stay home and homeschool Sean, I guess I need to slow down even more.

That is the message I'm getting from this. I need to kick back, prop up my foot, and not worry that the floors are filthy and no one in the house has clean clothes. I need to let others do the floors and the laundry. And I'm not really comfortable with it. And maybe that's exactly why I need to do it.

My husband is amazing. I already knew that, but this incident showed me just the man he is, and how lucky I am. I'm so blessed. He is so caring. He's a firefighter/EMT, so he's skilled at taking care of people until he hands them off to the healthcare team. But he's still here for me, making sure that I have what I need. He carried me to bed. Brought ice water and medicine to the bedside in case I needed it in the middle of the night. Carried me to the bathroom, helped me get into the bathtub and out. He's continued to help me up and down the stairs. He's taken on the chores of laundry, dishes, meals, and is great at helping with the kids.

But I really do hope I heal quickly. A few days of this is enough.