Oh, Good Grief....

I am running out of body parts to hurt. Also, of all the ways to get injured at a veterinary hospital, this has to be the most ignominious.

So yesterday I'm at work, in a heavy rainstorm. And it's the end of my lunch break, and I'm going from the lunch room (which, at this clinic, is in a little separate building next door) back to the hospital itself. Which involves going outside, and down a flight of wooden stairs. Nice, shiny, painted, soaking-wet wooden stairs.

In this particular instance, it involved going down those stairs on my right hip, at a rather accelerated rate.

I did my best to tough it through afternoon appointments, but after an hour or so, when my boss noted that i had gone from 'limping' to 'navigating my way around the hospital by advanced brachiation' he rather insisted that I leave for the day. I spent the rest of the afternoon and night trying to find a comfortable way to rest that didn't involve straining my hip, shoulder, neck, or state of mind.

(Best guess is a bone bruise - there's nothing visible on the skin, but my whole right hip and backside are swollen, painful when I touch them, and sitting or stepping upwards hurts like anything. On the other hand, at least this morning I can walk without too much pain - which makes today's work shift a lot more survivable.)

I am lucky. I am damned lucky; I know way too many people who have broken bones sliding down stairs like that. And I have found that, as suggested (and thank you!), tylenol on top of ibuprofen actually helps like nothing else I've found; the pain in my shoulder is better now than it's been in weeks as long as I keep that up.

But still... this is getting a bit ridiculous.