I’m trying to decide what I did to myself and whether to go to the doctor or not. I think it’s feeling a tad better after loosening up a bit this morning.
Last night I needed more room in the car and I was putting Nano’s car seat in the back. When I went to push the other seat back his car seat was kind of in the way. I pushed hard – stupidly – instead of rearranging it again. (He wasn’t in the car seat, it wasn’t buckled in. It was upside down on Alyce’s car seat. I was lazy and didn’t want to take the car seats out and take them to the garage.
When I pushed hard I felt something go pop on the upper left side of my chest and then had horrible pain radiate through my chest.
I am assuming it’s just a muscle.
If I popped a rib out of place, wouldn’t I be able to feel it on the outside of my chest?
I don’t know.
All I know is it hurt so bad last night.
I got up this morning, stiff and with pain when I even took a shallow breath.
Now after being up for 2 1/2 hours if I just breathe shallowly, it just gives me a tinge. If I move it hurts. Bad.
I probably won’t go to the doctor. Unless a rib pokes out and proves that I am in need of medical attention.
I swear, I hurt myself doing the stupidest things.
I think I could go rock climbing and not be injured.
Walking through the kitchen, I’ll trip over my own 2 feet.
Ok, it’s not that bad.
But it’s close.
Like the time I was walking through my bedroom and stubbed my toe on my bed and cracked it.
Then 2 weeks later I dropped my make up box on it breaking it the rest of the way.
When I was younger (that’s me, in one of my less klutz-y moments, laying down in the “poolâ€. My brothers are the blondes, so blonde they look bald there don’t they?), I was walking through the church parking lot (about the age I am in that picture) with my parents and tried to walk under the side mirror of a truck. I didn’t make it. Bonked my head hard enough I still remember it 20 years or so later.
I remember a time when mom and dad took us sledding at a golf course. I want to say I had to have been 6 and my younger brother 3 or so. We had this orange plastic sled. Mom and dad told us not to go down without one of them. For some reason, Steve and I decided to go down by ourselves when our parents had their backs turned. Steve and I flew off the sled. He hit a tree. I don’t remember if he had a concussion or not. I remember it hurt and I was scared to go sledding after that.
When I was 13 I delivered the Des Moines Register. One time it was raining. I was late (as usual) and decided to ride my bike down this steep driveway instead of walking it like I usually did. Fell off when my tire slid in the water. Cut my elbow so bad it took a month or so to heal. It finally healed when we were visiting friends in St Louis and the mom made me take the bandage off to get some air to it.
When I was 14 I fell down the cement flight of stairs and school (on the way to cheerleading practice) and tore the cartilage in my knee. I called that my cheerleading injury. Much less embarrassing than saying I fell down a flight of stairs. I was on the way to practice. It counts.
It doesn’t just stop at injuring myself.
I’m naturally drawn to poison ivy and poison oak. When I went to camp when I was younger, I’d come back every year with poison oak. (I’ll tell you my secret cure for that. Going swimming in a chlorinated pool dries it out. At least it did for me. That’s what we did every time I came back covered in a rash.)
When I was pregnant with Katiana, we went fishing with my brothers and their family. I’m the only one who came out with a case of poison ivy that was so bad I ended up in the ER a week later with it ALL over my body. I didn’t have a pool near me.
The list goes on and on. It’s like my body is inclined, on it’s own, to do things that hurt me.
Anyone else prone to stupid accidents like I am?
I think I get if from my mom. Mom, how many times have you broken a toe walking in the house or dropping something on one? That’s supposed to make you laugh since at the moment your toe is not broken.
Love you!
I should probably stop doing cartwheels and splits to prove to my kids that I can still do them. I’ll probably end up tearing a muscle or breaking my arm next. knock on wood
Have a great day!

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