Day Three - Post Accident

I've been up since 5:00am.  Crashed hard (pun intended) last night at 8:00pm. I only planned on napping for a bit, but I think the pain of the last two days and no real pain killers had taken its toll on me.  My right leg is like a water filled, techni-colour balloon - super puffy, mushy and contains all the colours of the rainbow.  My right hand is so puffy, I can no longer see my last two knuckles.  Surprisingly, it is only my pinky finger that hurts and the only time my wrist hurts is when I try to push against it.  Like if I need to stand up.  Do you know how awesome it is to try and hold a sleeping, 30lb baby in your arms and try to stand up when you only have one good arm and leg?

New pains are also starting to set in - jaw. Shoulders. Neck.  Ribs. Armpits (wtf?).  My tailbone is probably what is the most sore.  It's okay when I'm sitting...it's when I try to stand that excruciating pain sets in.  Sleeping is a literal pain in the ass.  I've been trying to sleep on the recliner part of the couch, so as to take the pressure off my tailbone. That only lasts for a couple hours before I'm in pain and have to move to bed.  Rolling over in bed is eight kinds of awesome.  There's more groaning than when I was pregnant and my pubic bone would pop every time I rolled.

I went to see my family doctor yesterday because I thought the ER doc was a bit of a moron - he couldn't even make eye contact with us when he was talking.  He also did zero of a check over on me.  Just took my word for everything.  My brother did a better assessment than this doctor did.  My family doc couldn't help but shake his head at my lake misfortune yet again.  Four years ago, I fell through a section of our deck and fell off the edge, damaging my right leg.  The year after that, I fell off the edge of the deck (no, I wasn't drinking...it was dark and raining and I slipped) once again, hurting my right leg.  Part of his advice to me was to avoid the lake next year, altogether, before I end up losing this leg completely. Pain killers were finally prescribed, but because of some mental health issues and impulsive tendencies, Mike has to pick up the prescription from my doctor this morning.  So, only a few more hours of pain left to go before I will finally get some relief.

In all of this, though, I keep reminding myself it could have been a lot worse.  A lot.  I had a good cry on Sunday night and thanked God again.  And again. My doctor pointed out that if I had landed on my chin, instead of the side of my face, well...I likely wouldn't have been sitting in his office.

Apparently, the pain is going to get a lot worse before it gets better.  I've been snapping pics of my bruises/scrapes throughout the day to document its progression.  As of 7:00 last night, here's how things were looking:

Luckily, no bruising on the face.  Just scrapes, which is surprising since my face took the initial impact.

Left upper leg...these two bruises were an inch apart on Saturday night.  They are the size of tennis balls.  The comet streak wasn't there at all in the first pic I took.

Inner right calf...my leg is so swollen, the tattoo that is normally on the back of my leg (right above my achillles tendon) has shift towards my outer ankle.

Not the greatest picture to show hand bruising, but it does show the swelling.  My sister had enough sense to remove my ring on my right hand immediately after the accident.

And the grand finale...the shot where the back of my knee looks like a vagina. Before this is all over and done with, my entire lower leg is going to be purple.  Awesome.