Karma Knocked, I Answered

Remember the post I wrote yesterday regarding dealing with pain?  Remember how smug I sounded as I described how wise I was with managing my pain?  Yeah, well, karma is a b*tch and she bit me in the a$$ when I woke up in in horrific pain at 4:15 am this morning.

My post came rushing back to me as a paced the floor and wept like a baby for over an hour.  I was having major muscle spasms combined with constant pain.  There was absolutely no comfortable position.  I tried lying, standing, sitting.  I would have twisted myself into a pretzel if it would have lessened the pain.  Hell, I would have stood on my head in a pretzel position if that would have done the trick.  I thought about waking my sleeping husband so he could commiserate, but I let him sleep.  It was only after he woke up that I dissolved into tears and threw a hissy fit.

Two hours, tylenol, a Robaxin, and a hot bath later, my pain was down to a level 7 from a level 8.5.  At least I was able to get ready and go to work.  As the day has progressed, my pain has eased to a more tolerable level 4 or 5.  While this is not my pain level of choice, I am in far better shape than I was this morning.

Yesterday's post was the first and the last post I will write about how awesome I am at dealing with pain, because clearly I am not am not as good at it as I thought.