What do you get when you mix a Momma that rarely takes medicine with prescription ibuprofen, percocet and muscle relaxants?
One freakin hot mess, I tell ya.
We went to New York over the weekend to see hubs family and let his grandpa meet Callan. I woke up in the middle of our last night and my lower back went into full blown spasms. Apparently, I slept wrong or the mattress wasn't firm enough, but whatever it was wreaked some serious havoc on me.
I hobbled around rest areas, bent in half and looking like a 90 year old who had the best botox in all of life, but we made it home. And the pain came with me.
I do pain pretty well, I think, but this time was just too much. I figured since I could barely walk and I couldn't stand up straight, I really needed to go to the Doctor. She gave me prescriptions that I'm sure would make a druggie woozy. Told me to take it as prescribed or else and to not lift anything. (Oh, because that's easy with a 12 week old) She then told the hubs, "be careful, she's going to be loopy."
And, loopy I am.
So while I lay here moderately numb, surrounded by chocolate, salty snacks and prescription bottles, y'all say a prayer for the hubs. Pretty sure if he had any desire to be a stay at home Dad, its gone. Forever.