In other news, the husband looked at my back last night. He thinks I'm fighting a tissue injury over my scapula in addition to that stupid cracked back rib. (I think I still have that cracked rib because it hurts to breathe deeply and it hurts in a different spot from this scapula issue.) I have a visibly swollen lump on my scapula, though. He suggested a sling for today to keep that muscle immobilized. I'd been laying off the ibuprofen this week, but I think that was a mistake because both injuries have been worse since I have. This'll be the second time that T has put me in a sling. Oy. That kid. It's my third major injury due to him. He cracked my rib previously while in utero... kicked it. Stubbornly violent from the get-go that one is. The last x-ray I had... that rib still showed it had been cracked and healed... maybe it always will. It would still recrack with deep coughs for like a year and a half afterwards.
Cracked ribs are the gifts that keep giving... forever.
Anyway... the kids have been told I'm in a sling today, and they're mildly interested... in how it will affect them. T has been given caffeine gum to settle him down. My dreams of cleaning the house will have to be postponed to another day. I mentioned to the husband that I should just get the wisdom tooth I need yanked in a bad way--pulled out so I can tie on the percocet and kill two birds with one stone. (That's an idiom I rarely use as my last name is Sparrow, btw.) I'm seriously considering it.
Have a good Friday and a good holiday weekend for those in the States.