It Popped And Then I Cried

Given the moans and grunts coming from my mouth Friday afternoon, the people ahead of me in the Safeway checkout likely came to one of two conclusions: I was either (a) somehow pleasuring myself even though my hands were occupied with the task of unloading my cart or (b) I was in the process of shitting my pants.  It was not a pretty sight.  Or sound.

Let me back track to earlier that morning...I received a much anticipated package in the mail...two more pairs of Baby Legs for Katelyn (I bought her the Kaleidoscope pair and the Rainbow pair).  Even though she was dressed for the day, I plunked her down in her crib, stripped off her outfit and replaced it with one that would match one of the pairs.  As I went to pick her up out of her crib, I think I heard a muffled pop somewhere deep inside me, but any noise was quickly covered over by the sound of my crying out in pain.  I crumpled over with Katelyn in my arms and Mike had to grab her before we both hit the floor.

A slow moving trip to the doctor revealed I had somehow managed to tear the little muscles that are in between my ribs (he also mentioned that this type of injury tends to get worse before it gets better - hooray).  Mike is working nights this weekend which means I get to do 100% parental duty all day and night.  This is awesome because I bet repeatedly lifting Katelyn up and out of her crib, up and out of her playpen, up and out of her Jumperoo and up and out of her exersaucer will speed up the healing process. 

The upside is that my doc gave me some goooood muscle relaxants and painkillers (I stopped in at Safeway after leaving his office - I figured I should load up on some neccessities if I'm going to be out of commission for the next few days).  The painkillers are just the right dosage - not so strong that the knock me out completely, but strong enough to make my game of Battleship against Jesus that much more interesting.