I was watching yet another repeat episode of Spongebob Squarepants last Monday. It was the one where he breaks his butt. My kids LOVE this episode. They think it's hilarious, and record it every time it's on. (I delete all episodes of SB just because I think it's stupid, but that's another story.) So last week as I was watching this I remember thinking, 'How can a sponge break his butt? He's only soft and fluffy so that would be impossible. Dumb!' Well, my posting Tuesday night about being grateful for my extra padding was posted right after I got home from pack meeting, where I landed flat on my butt. Hard. Very hard. It made my head and neck hurt immediately, and I thought my butt and lower back were saved because of the extra padding. Turns out I don't have enough to help with that. I woke up in the middle of the night with intense pain in my tailbone, hip and lumbar spine region. I brushed it off until this Monday because I figured anyone who fell hard enough to bounce on a hard basketball court would be hurting. I would feel pretty dumb if I went into the doctor with a bruise. When I finally decided that it was not getting better and the pain was terrible enough I decided to make an appointment. Because of my previous back surgery I was able to get in the same day. (Thank heavens for small miracles. I knew that surgery history would come in handy sometime!)
I went for x-rays and found out that I broke my tailbone... also known as my butt. I've turned it into a Spongebob joke so my kids will laugh instead of worry about me, but it does hurt quite a bit. And they are all being very helpful by doing their jobs, some of my jobs and bringing me ice packs whenever I need it. Drew has offered several times to give me a massage, but I politely decline because I think it would be just slightly inappropriate to have my 4 1/2 year old son massage my butt. But (no pun intended) it's still nice that he offers.
I'm still waiting to hear from my doctor to see if anything else is broken because I might need to make an appointment with my neurosurgeon. As nice as he is, if I had to go back to him for surgery, I would almost certainly need titanium hardware to be installed. My friend Taya has hardware in her back, and she assures me it's quite terrible. So if I can avoid that I'll be thrilled. The hold up on hearing from my primary doctor is the radiologist at the hospital I went to for x-rays. He or she is taking their dear sweet time looking at it and giving a report. Grr... I might give them a call later today and ask them to fax the report directly to me.
On a happy note, though, I was picking the kids up from school on Tuesday. Trevor was being himself... Oh, I mean, stubborn, that day, and I had to pull over to the side of the road to pick him up because he wouldn't get in the car. When I pulled over I opened my window and turned my head to yell at him. (My doctor said I had managed to sprain my neck (what?!) with the fall.) Well, when I turned my head to yell at him my neck made this HUGE popping/cracking sound, and I had to turn to the other side to do the same thing. I can finally move my neck! Yay!
My mother-in-law, Julie, broke her tailbone several years ago while walking down an icy sidewalk in Idaho. She broke it when she was a junior in high school, and had to have it removed a couple of years later. Sitting was really hard for her so she made a foam cushion with a hole cut out in the center. Then she made fitted covers to go over them. She made one for me, and 2 cute fitted covers too! My butt is in heaven, except when it's not. That's what pain medication and ice packs are for, though. 
This is the cover I currently have on the pad. It has black, brown, yellow, white, purple and turquoise in the material so it can match a variety of outfits. Remember, this is going with me everywhere for the next few weeks- church, the movies, the UFC fight this weekend...
This is the second cover. It's black, purple, pink, turquoise and white. This is the one Natalie will steal, which is why it's not on the cushion right now. I need it more than she does.
If or when I hear from my doctor I'll post an update on what she wants me to do. Until then I'm out.
***UPDATE: I got a call from my doctor's office. The radiologist didn't see anything "significantly distorted" so I'm good to go. It'll just take a few weeks of sitting on my cute pillow for my tush to feel better. I'm glad I can stop worrying about another surgery. They are just no fun to recover from, KWIM?