Can You Hear The Angel Choir?

Owie.

Since my ice skating debacle, I have been fighting a losing battle with my nose. You see, because of my injury, sneezing is now the most painful act ever. When my muscles all tense up it's as if I have been hit in the lower back with a sledge hammer.

Unfortunately, I sneeze a lot.

So last week, after I had a muscle spasm so bad that I got stuck on the subway steps for a second, I made an appointment with my doctor. I also made the appointment because E told me that if I didn't get myself checked out, she would no longer put up with my whining.

My doctor believes that I have, at the age of 37, broken my first bone. Awesome! Now, not only do I get to complain freely, I get to whine things like, "But honey, I can't do the dishes. Standing up too long puts undue strain on my coccyx."

I've researched my fractured coccyx, and have found that the only remedy is time and pain management. Occasionally, in very rare cases "when pain continues and causes persistent disability, a coccygectomy might be recommended. During this procedure, the doctor removes the coccyx. It is not a common procedure and the success rate is not what one would hope for."

How dramatic is that?

I'm pretty sure I won't end up having my coccyx removed, but the healing process sounds like a good time. When I was leaving my doctor's office last week, Dr. A. handed me two prescriptions and said, "This weekend you are going to sit at home, watch movies and enjoy these pills."