My week of pain. (Physical pain).

The lecture was good. Through the lispy French accent I did manage to learn some interesting things about why it has been easier for Muslims to be accepted in the US than it has in Europe.

But on to this week…..
SUNDAY: Wake up to pee, and on my way to the bathroom and I step on a sharp metal clipboard. It pierces my foot. I yelp. I run to the bathroom, leaving a bloody trail footprints behind me. I get to the bathroom, turn on a light, see the blood everywhere, and suddenly my hearing starts to fade and everything looks blurry. I think, “well great, I think I’m blacking out”. I call for Mats. He gets me paper towels. I wrap up my foot, run back to bed, and pass out. I don’t wake up until morning. Luckily, wonderful Mats cleaned all the blood off the carpet after I passed out.
MONDAY: I wake up to find my foot wrapped up in about 20 feet of paper towels and some scotch tape. I suddenly realize that I had passed out without ever washing my bloody foot. I run to wash my foot and try to remember the last time i had a tetanus shot (recently enough I think?).
TUESDAY: Difficult to walk to class and back because of my clipboard injury, but I make it through. I get home, work for several hours on a powerpoint presentation, attempt to get up for a snack break, and throw my back out. I can’t move an inch. I am bedridden. I yell for Mats.
WEDNESDAY: Wake up having hardly slept. Everytime my body tried to shift positions, I woke up in shocking pain. Like an idiot, I decide to try going to class anyway. I leave 20 minutes early for the bus because the foot/back combo now has me walking slower than Spanky the family dog (15yrs old, blind AND deaf). The bus ride is HORRIBLE; every bumb sends a sharp spasm through my back. I get to bio lab. I sit down like a 99 year old pregnant woman. As the TA speaks, my back slowly starts to stiffen and I slip into a weirdly bent position, as if I’m about to fart. I’m stuck there. Then we are all supposed to stand up and move to lab station 1. I can’t budge. I painfully force myself up. I start to feel woozy (like I did from the clipboard blood). I tell the TA I’m feeling well, call Mats, and pass out #2. Mats found my lying on a patch of grass. I finally get home.
THURSDAY (today): Foot much better, back still a mess. I email my professors telling them I won’t make it to class (not ready to relive yesterday’s nightmare). I lie on my back on the floor (which actually feels better than the bed) and, with my laptob on my stomach, I begin to check my email. Suddenly, I kid you not, a mirror (which is almost my height and hangs on our wall) falls on me. Mats wakes up startled by the crashing sound. Luckily the mirror hasn’t shattered on me. I cry out for Mats yet again. Poor, sweet Mats. He has already done so much for me this week- helped me dress, picked things up so I don’t have to bend, made me food, run errands for me, bought me medicine. Now, on the one day of the week that he actually gets to sleep in, he wakes up to his invalid girlfriend lying on the floor with a giant mirror on top of her.

Now: Thursday, 6:00pm. My back is starting to feel a tiny bit better. I’ve been walking around more. I still can’t believe I actually passed out…twice. I guess it’s the way my body reacted to the severe pain. Again, I have NEVER passed out/fainted from anything else before in my life other than breaking my arm.
The most annoying thing about it all is that for months I’ve been planning a special trip to epcott on Mats’s 24th birthday (this Saturday!!!). But have no fear because NOTHING is going to keep this from happening. I will NOT hurt myself anymore before Saturday, and I my back will be much better by then too.  It will.