Like many others that have a chronic pain issue, I tend to gloss over the rough patches with most people. It's hard to open up and let people see what it is that we go through. We focus on the good things, the successes, and the humor. All of which are good things. But sometimes, it would be beneficial to let everyone know the difficulties we face.
With that being said I'd like to share some with you now.
A few nights ago, I went to bed around the usual 10-10:30PM and it took a bit to fall asleep. Just before 2AM, I was awakened by pain and nausea. I grabbed some clothes and rushed to the bathroom with my head pounding, neck and back unimaginably stiff, and nausea racking my stomach. I immediately took my oral dissolving Anti-Nausea meds and began to focus on my deep breathing, all the while hovering over the porcelain throne. I also began to rub in a pain cream into my neck and back.
Luckily, this time I was able to avoid vomiting. About 20-30 minutes after taking the oral dissolving tablet I was able to take some Ibuprofen liquid gels and a half pill of my muscle relaxant. I continued with my deep breathing and mindfullness exercises. Finally, around 4AM, I felt like I could possibly get back to sleep and went back to bed.
Unfortunately I awoke around 6AM. I maybe had a total of 4-5 hours of non-continuous sleep. As tired as I was, there was no way I was going back to bed. So I began my day. I went out and got some coffee, nothing spectacular just Don Francisco's 100% Columbian medium blend coffee out of my Keurig with a reusable filter cup. I then went out into my garage/office/shop and began doing some easy on the body computer work on my various projects.
While coffee is pretty good at waking you up I was still quite tired after a cup or two. Caffeine is wonderful stuff. But it is also a bit of a diuretic and I heard and heeded natures call. I proceeded to exit the bathroom and walk down the hallway when it happened. I tripped. Fortunately I can say that I didn't trip over my own two feet, though I'm sure many who know me wouldn't have been surprised if I had. Instead, I tripped on a baby gate that was set up to keep the dogs (our tripawd and 2 guests) out of the hallway.
We have one permanently set up but it blocks the entire hallway. At the beginning of the hallway is my wife's office so occasionally we put up a baby gate temporarily on the other side of her office door so the dogs can go in the office with her but keep them out of the rest of the hallway. When we do that we just leave our permanent gate open.
Such was the case that morning. One might think that the permanent gate was now out of the way since it was open. Not so. Instead of landing on the ground with my outstretched arms to break my fall, I landed with the right side of my rib cage taking the full impact of my fall onto the metal gate. And it was just my luck that the gate was at just such an angle that it didn't collapse. Ouch.
Being a retired-corpsman, I evaluated my injury on my own. I determined that I had no obvious fractures or internal bleeding. I was able to breathe, though deep breaths and movement were painful. In other words, I either bruised or cracked a rib or two. There isn't much that can be done medically, so I'm dealing with it on my own. Some rest, ice, and ibuprofen are the name of the game at this point.
What was just a usual run of the mill bad night has now turned into a tough few days as I heal up.
On the bright side I wasn't carrying my coffee so I didn't burn myself on top of the rib injury.
Oh well, I hope to heal up quick and get back to my projects.