The End Is Too Close for Me Today!

I was debating on whether or not to even begin to blog about this, but after all, don't we live for moments to come around in life to blog about. Well today it happened, to ME of all people.

THE END is here!

Whilest skating today with our kids during their skate lessons, all was going well. Three hours into the skating session we were having a great time. Met new friends, feeling good after being so sore for the last couple of days, and our family was together again after Cait finally made it home from Leadership camp.

I was in the process of teaching my daughter, Caitlyn how to begin backwards skating, because, yes, at 45, I am still pretty darn good. I guess you truly never forget the things you learned while growing up.

So the skate floor was pretty crowded since three families were there celebrating their birthdays in addition to your normal Saturday afternoon crowd. I was even pacing myself pretty well so I could make it the entire four hours without need of an oxygen mask or CPR. I am 45 after all.

Well I got myself wedged between the wall which is where most of the wall walkers go. You know the ones just learning how to skate so they walk or skate while holding on to the wall. I was skating backwards, looking where I was going and then realized just how tight things were getting, and to avoid taking out a little girl next to me, I attempted to turn around. Too late! I had no room to rotate and before I knew it, WHAM!, not the band, but the sound I heard when said tailbone meets the solid wood floor.

I saved myself from hitting my head, thankfully but not before realizing as severe pain shot up my spine into my brain as well as down both my legs. Hubby came by and stopped to help me up but I sat there, honestly wondering if I would be able to stand.

It hurt that much and things felt like they were going numb. All I knew was I had to get off the floor and sit down, if that was even an option. I knew at that very instant, I was done. I even said that to Steve as he helped me up.

I hobbled off the floor and cringed as I attempted to sit down. Since we know most of the people that work there, Mark, the DJ, stopped by and asked how I was doing. I told him honestly, not well. He completely understood and offered me a free drink ticket and told me that Coke seems to magically make it all better.

My youngest, Kailee, went and got me an ice pack, but seriously in the middle of a family skating rink, where was I going to put the ice pack?? I placed it on my wrist since I supposedly put it down to help catch myself.

Steve helped me take off my skates and offered to help me to the car. My biggest fear was just the thought of walking.

Long story short, and an Urgent Care visit later, cracked my tailbone, on heavy pain meds and off my feet for at least a week if I can manage it. No sitting is prescribed. So I lay here in bed, typing this small request of you reading this, to please pray that the healing takes place a little bit faster than normal and I refuse to let the enemy steal my joy while recovering.

Still smiling however despite the ever increasing pain!