.....arrrrggggghhhhhhh........

Okay.

I'm a little poofy at the moment.
AND a bit medicated on muscle relaxers--and pain medications.

I decided if eight hours was doable, so was 12.
Okay, so I wanted to get time with the kiddos. I've missed being a part of their lives. Having a family event on the unit this past Sunday just made me miss them more. Hearing from parents how their kiddo's missed talking with me and having me helping them solidified it for me.
So, if eight is doable, so is 12, right?

Wrong.
First there was the 'pop'. Then there was the intense pain that sucked the air out of me followed closely by the cold face, followed by a staff member asking me if I was okay and if it was ME they'd heard 'pop' from some ten feet away, quickly followed by a kiddo who asked if I was going to pass out.

And then they rang the Brit and asked him to come retrieve me.....he who left in enough of a rush that he left the house door open. When I'm conceding and letting myself be driven home (we're talking all of eight blocks, here) without a whole lotta fuss and todo--that's probably a sign that I wasn't feeling up to par.
*sigh*
This wasn't exactly what I'd planned for the end of a 12 hour day.
And I only 'made' ten of the 12 hours.

I can not be happy about this....
I can take pills, soak in the tub and whine.

I'm thinking helping the kiddo with geography homework from a low chair for an extended period of time was a bad, bad, BAD plan!
Okay....I can not be happy about this one.....

And I'm NOT happy.
I THOUGHT the objective for the surgery was to make things BETTER.....
*grumbling*

Note to self:
NO LOW CHAIRS-----EVER!