I got up to go to work one day about a week ago and caught my foot in the blanket and fell. I went sideways and twisted my leg and I pulled something between my hip and the top of my leg. I just yelled. Then I was trying to crawl to the top of the stairs and didn't make it and slid back down on my belly. My husband came and stood at the top of the stairs and said, "What are you doing?" I said, "Isn't it obvious, I'm tryng to kill myself."
Now I'm off on a forced vacation for only one week. Sure hope it gets better. I know it won't be completely healed unless The Good Lord takes a hand in it. I'm praying He will reach out and heal me. I sure do need it. Taking anti-inflammatories and that helps but need something for the nausea they cause. Taking Gravol with it. I'm not that long out of the hospital from a ruptured appendix last Nov.-Dec.. Now this. I'm all out of sick leave because of that so I'm taking my vacation time.
Ah well, Satan hates me but that just means I'm in good company.