I have so much to say, but typing with one hand, even on my laptop, isn’t very easy. I’m sitting on my bed, pillbox next to me on top of my medication storage container, nope I am wrong. It’s now next to it and my Targen medication is sitting on top. I wanted a picture of them lol.

I know it’s silly, but now that I know my rib is broken, my child is definitely at the forefront of my feelings right now. Or maybe to explain it better, I hate being alone when I feel like this. I want to be looked after. I want someone here so that I don’t freak out over every feeling I have, or the fact that I now have to be even more careful, to ensure I safe infection free.

Deep breathing exercises, even with the cushion hurts so bad I want to cry. I also want hugs and someone to tell me it;s all going to be ok. I know rationally everything is fine and nothing has even changed since I knew there was a possibilty it was broken, which is why I don’t understand why finding out that it is, is messing with me so much.

I was good when Jucie was here, but, I do feel like I’m sooking now.

I am a 37-year-old giant child in this moment who wishes I had someone to hug, sooth, and wait on me. Gosh, that sounds selfish, doesn’t it. I don’t mean it in a bad way though. I have never broken a rib before and I am feeling all the feelings.

7:11 pm