Pardon me while I whine...
I have not been in so much pain since my c-section with Peyton. When I woke up on Saturday my neck was a little stiff, but I tried to ignore it. Throughout the day I just kept getting worse. I was doing the whole, turn my whole body thing instead of just my neck, and I could not bend without it killing. Advil was not even touching this sucker so luckily, Brandie hooked me up with some vicodin and that took a little of the edge off.
I couldn't figure out how to work Sunday. I knew it probably wouldn't be such a great idea for me to go to church, but I was teaching Sunday school, subbing in Trevor's primary class, and of course wrangling the kids during sacrament meeting while Ken was up on the stand, so off I went with my sweet kiddos. Just a few minutes into the meeting and I knew I had made a horrible mistake by coming, not to mention the grimace on my face was, I am sure, not that attractive. The pain was horrible and I was not coping well. It was such a blessing when my friend Joette saw me, asked what I was doing there, took my Sunday school manual, and told me to go home. When I got home, I quickly fell into a drugged sleep and slept for the next 6 hours.
In other words, it was a lousy Father's Day for Ken. He had to do most of the lifting considering I could barely move. (I promised him that we would celebrate -- complete with blueberry muffins, his favorite -- next Sunday.) Bless his heart for helping get everything ready for Holly and Brian's family that we had for dinner that night.
Monday I was slightly better, but I was still in a lot of pain. I was grateful for the chiropractor that Tasha recommended. He was able to fit me into his schedule and I feel like I am slowly on the mend. I am still pretty sore, but I am actually able to do some things around the house. I am so blessed to have dear friends help me and my family while I am on the mend and my wonderful Ken that has picked up my slack. Boy, it sure makes me glad for a healthy body (most of the time at least).