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Okay, maybe not the end of the world, but it kind of feels like it to me. :(
Moral of the story: my husband rough houses way too rough...someone always gets hurt.
This time it was me. Yesterday he was tickling me and I HATE being tickled so I was digging my nails into his hand to get him to stop. He didn't much care for that so he grabbed that hand and tried to twist it away and...well, he did something to my wrist.
I'm in so much freaking pain and I can't figure out what he did. There's no visible bruising or swelling that I can see. It's not broken because I can move it all the way around it just hurts. Last night I gave up trying to convince myself it was just a little sore and wrapped it with an ACE bandage because I kept banging it or trying to use it and was in all sorts of pain. And all I was doing was sitting there reading with my e-reader.
Sigh. Anyway I can't really write since it's my right hand. I can't grip my pen and holding my hand in the right position with the bandage on. I can barely type either which is really frustrating me.
And doing stuff around the house...forget about it. I tried to change and dress the baby this morning and was in tears every time I had to try and maneuver him. He kept banging into my hand sending waves of pain up to my elbow. I had to make my husband help me get the food in the slow cooker this morning because I couldn't do anything and now the kids are having to help with the baby and other stuff. This just sucks.
My husband doesn't realize his own strength either, especially since he started working ramp (he's a baggage handler) so he's gotten a lot stronger over the last few years from tossing the 70lb bags around. Now he feels all bad. At first he was just teasing me until he realized I was really hurt. Now he's trying to be more helpful because it hurts to do anything. Blah.
Why me?
I'm going to try and write tonight but I'm going to have to take the bandage off to do it. Hopefully I can get a few pages in before the pain gets to me.
Moral of the story: my husband rough houses way too rough...someone always gets hurt.
This time it was me. Yesterday he was tickling me and I HATE being tickled so I was digging my nails into his hand to get him to stop. He didn't much care for that so he grabbed that hand and tried to twist it away and...well, he did something to my wrist.
I'm in so much freaking pain and I can't figure out what he did. There's no visible bruising or swelling that I can see. It's not broken because I can move it all the way around it just hurts. Last night I gave up trying to convince myself it was just a little sore and wrapped it with an ACE bandage because I kept banging it or trying to use it and was in all sorts of pain. And all I was doing was sitting there reading with my e-reader.
Sigh. Anyway I can't really write since it's my right hand. I can't grip my pen and holding my hand in the right position with the bandage on. I can barely type either which is really frustrating me.
And doing stuff around the house...forget about it. I tried to change and dress the baby this morning and was in tears every time I had to try and maneuver him. He kept banging into my hand sending waves of pain up to my elbow. I had to make my husband help me get the food in the slow cooker this morning because I couldn't do anything and now the kids are having to help with the baby and other stuff. This just sucks.
My husband doesn't realize his own strength either, especially since he started working ramp (he's a baggage handler) so he's gotten a lot stronger over the last few years from tossing the 70lb bags around. Now he feels all bad. At first he was just teasing me until he realized I was really hurt. Now he's trying to be more helpful because it hurts to do anything. Blah.
Why me?
I'm going to try and write tonight but I'm going to have to take the bandage off to do it. Hopefully I can get a few pages in before the pain gets to me.
