I'd recommend stuffing a pillow against your tummy when the pain strikes; it's a semi-helpful support for such things, or at least, it was for me after my hysterectomy a few years back.
That's actually a good idea - I'll try that for sleeping. It seems to help to put my hand just under the waistband of my pants and then press my hand under my stomach and my arm against my side and just sort of support myself that way. So yeah, I'm just walking around with my hand down my pants all the time. (I literally look just like Joey from that Friends episode where he had the hernia and he kept sticking his hand down his pants). But my primary doctor finally gave me muscle relaxers! Just for one week, as it's bad for the liver, but it seems to be helping. I also really need to be going for more than one PT appt a week, but there currently isn't time for that. Maybe in March. ('March!' is my new battlecry).
Yikes. That's a pretty awful thing to have to live with day to day, especially seeing the other guy's kids (and wife!) all the time. I would think it would be hard not to be angry about it - and all I have to go on is imagination.
Yep. I've let it go now, but at the time it was a constant battle between wanting this dude to man up and commit already and wanting my mom to not be an idiot and get real about the situation. Mostly though, I just hated the way Mom would call him over to deal with us kids, as if he was our dad, when like his own kids were actually pretty well known party kids/drug dealers, and anyways, we had a dad of our own. It was all very bizarre and we just avoided the house whenever he was around. It's part of why my little brother came to work with me so much - my boss was a real champ about it.
Frat boys, sheesh! SO not the heroes of anyone's story - even their own
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That's actually a good idea - I'll try that for sleeping. It seems to help to put my hand just under the waistband of my pants and then press my hand under my stomach and my arm against my side and just sort of support myself that way. So yeah, I'm just walking around with my hand down my pants all the time. (I literally look just like Joey from that Friends episode where he had the hernia and he kept sticking his hand down his pants). But my primary doctor finally gave me muscle relaxers! Just for one week, as it's bad for the liver, but it seems to be helping. I also really need to be going for more than one PT appt a week, but there currently isn't time for that. Maybe in March. ('March!' is my new battlecry).
Yikes. That's a pretty awful thing to have to live with day to day, especially seeing the other guy's kids (and wife!) all the time. I would think it would be hard not to be angry about it - and all I have to go on is imagination.
Yep. I've let it go now, but at the time it was a constant battle between wanting this dude to man up and commit already and wanting my mom to not be an idiot and get real about the situation. Mostly though, I just hated the way Mom would call him over to deal with us kids, as if he was our dad, when like his own kids were actually pretty well known party kids/drug dealers, and anyways, we had a dad of our own. It was all very bizarre and we just avoided the house whenever he was around. It's part of why my little brother came to work with me so much - my boss was a real champ about it.
Frat boys, sheesh! SO not the heroes of anyone's story - even their own
LOL Truth.