Owww

I’m all injured and stuff. Yesterday I slipped on the ice going down some steps, and completely fucked up my back (my feet went forward, so my back hit the corner of one of the steps behind me, or something. I’m sure I looked really awesome and dignified). I twisted my knee somehow, too, because it hurts to put any weight on it today. I feel like I got run over by a bus.

I still have some of the really good drugs leftover from my c-section, but I’m not supposed to take anything stronger than tylenol while breastfeeding. Which totally sucks. And I keep wondering, if those drugs were fine to take after my c-section, when I was breastfeeding, why can’t I take them now?? But I don’t want to call the doctor and ask, because I’m pretty sure their answer is never going to be "just take an old bottle of pills that were prescribed for something else!" And I don’t want to actually have to go in to the doctor for something as stupid as falling on the ice. So I guess I’ll just have my tylenol. I really wish I’d had the good stuff to knock me out last night, though.

Noah is being awesome today, he stayed home from work and aside from needing to spend a few hours doing work stuff (like he’s doing right now) he told me he wants to spend the whole day taking care of me and Baby. Aww. When he’s really good to me like this, sometimes I feel like I’m pretty unfair to him most of the time. He really does put up with a lot of crap from me without ever saying a thing about it.

I really hate being injured or sick, though. It makes me have to be all pathetic and needy, which is not a very comfortable place for me. So I’m trying to just be grateful that he wants to take care of me, and not totally hate him for seeing me when I’m vulnerable.