pain and spaghettios

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Last night I thought I was going to die. The pain in my ribs has been mostly in front, last night, it shifted to the back. It felt like my lung was compressing while being cut out with a dull butter knife. I started crying which didn't help my breathing. I couldn't catch my breath. My sister, niece and poor Larry could not do anything to help me. I had already taken the pain meds (and I use that loosely as they do not touch the pain). I think this was triggered because John jokingly pushed me yesterday, I jerked up and the pain set in. He felt so bad, he had forgotten about the injury.

I ended up haven't to sit on the fireplace as it had no cushion to fall into. Larry said "I do NOT like you hurting!!!" I don't either for that matter. I tried to get into bed, nope. Every time I took a breath I could feel the muscles seizing, like some freak spasm the was wrapping itself around me like a boa. It was not fun.

I started shaking from chills (I get the chills when I am terrified), I finally get comfy on the couch, clam down and begin breathing again. It scared me, bad. I did get to sleep with a pillow between my knees to relieve pressure. I don't think I moved all night.

Today was steady at work and I moved slower than the last two. Came home, get Ashley to open a bank account. No checks, just the debit card. I can see all the bouncy bouncies if she actually had checks LOL

When we finally got home I decided to eat some spaghettios for dinner. I didn't eat spaghettios for years. When I was little, one Sunday we were getting ready for church and my mom was making us spaghettios. It seems she forgot about them, they caught on fire, the fire department came and the smell was awful. I didn't eat them again until the kids were along.

I'm feeling much better now (every time I hear that I think of the sixth sense *shiver*) This has only been day two out of eight. I don't think I am going to make it.