So my little spill on the park pathway really screwed up my plans.

Yesterday I just returned from Vancouver where I travelled specifically for my sisters Celebration of Life. I’d planned on staying on the coast and doing some visiting, but pain had a different plan.

It was just a fall. That’s all. Nothing major. Heck, I even continued on my walk after brushing off the embarrassment of having fallen in the first place. Ugh.

Here’s the thing though, pain sometimes doesn’t show up right away and it has a sneaky way of radiating, stabbing, and frikken taking you down when you least expect it.

My pain is localized to the right ribcage, outer arm, shoulder, and armpit. I feel like such a whiney baby.

Here are five things I’ll never take for granted ever again…

ONE:

Drawing in a deep breath. OMG…. owwwwie…. 😖😖

TWO:

Coughing or sneezing. Oh my, don’t do it…. no, no, no… 😩😩

THREE:

Putting on a bra. Doing up a zipper. Putting a shirt on over your head. Pulling on a sock… You get the idea. 😖

‘Nuf said.

FOUR:

Driving. 🚙🚙🚙

Now this one is what tanked the week for me. When hubby and I left to go to Vancouver last week, every little turn, bump, or stop sent throbs of pain through my ribs. Damn.

I had to take three… yes, three, muscle relaxers to manage as a passenger.

Sigh… 💊💊💊

Being the driver didn’t work either.

I don’t have the flexibility right now to turn. Heck for the first couple of days after my fall, I had to press the start button on my car by reaching over with my left hand. Same for shifting–my right arm was weak with pain.

Lord, that sounds so dramatic, but imagine someone shoving a screwdriver into your side as you try and do a shoulder check.

Okay. Okay. So no driving. Being a passenger sucks too. This whole thing sucks. I’m a wingey baby. 😭👶

FIVE:

Getting out of bed or heaven forbid–turning onto your side.

ohhhhhhh….. crazy, stupid, triggers. Like, I’d never thought of rolling over in bed could ever cause so much discomfort.

I’d stop half way and consider the outcome. It’s like having a debate with yourself every time I wanted to move. Conclusion… It simply wasn’t worth it–the moving If mean.

I’m done…So No More…

There. I feel like I’ve had my wee rant and will now let it go.

If you live with chronic pain, my heart breaks for you. 💔

No matter where it is in your body, the mental exhaustion of having to constantly acknowledge it is life-changing. If you’re in that boat, I sincerely pray for your recovery and relief. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Try and stay positive.

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