It has been one of the worst weeks of my life. I really don't think I am being overly dramatic.
First off my back has been killing me, off and on, since the end of March. I was stupid and moved a whole bunch of boxes at work to my car to be recycled by myself. Of course it would get better after a few days and then I would do too much again and repeat. This cycle continued right up until our camping trip for the Victoria Day long weekend.
RW and I both took May 18 off work and headed out to our usual camping spot. We got there around 5:00pm and put up our tent and relaxed until the rest of the gang showed up. It was fun, but our air mattress sprung a leak and we ended up sleeping on the ground the first night. My back hated this and I ended up in so much pain that my stomach was hurting.
I didn't drink any alcohol and spent most of the next few days lounging in one of our super awesome camping chairs. Luckily one of our friends brought his huge 5th wheel trailer so we had a place to sleep (and it was warmer than the freezing tent too).
Sunday afternoon I went to our tent to get a pair of socks. Coming out of the tent my left foot got caught and I fell, hard. I twisted my ankle and could barely walk.
We headed back to Calgary Monday morning. I made it to work on Tuesday, but I was in so much pain. Not my ankle, but my back still continued to plague me. I left work at lunch after a nasty bought of projectile vomiting in the parking lot.
Wednesday we went to the walk-in clinic. I got muscle relaxants, but the doctor also wanted me to get x-rays of my ankle just to make sure everything was fine. It wasn't. I actually broke my ankle. So after trips to the doctor, the x-ray place, and the ER - I ended up with a cast and crutches.
I am lucky that I was able to work from home on Thursday afternoon and Friday.
Then on Saturday I saw a bunch of really inappropriately flirty texts between my husband and the 19 year old next door neighbour on his cell phone. She came over for dinner with both of us on Friday. I was so hurt and upset. He blamed it on being drunk Friday night, but there were weeks worth of this crap. I finally managed to have him sit down I asked him through my sobbing what the F was going on. He promised to break off all contact with her and I better not find her number still in his phone tonight. They did not sleep together, but I have no idea what would have happened if I did not find the texts. He is a very flirty guy, but he should have known that the young single mother next door would take him seriously. I'm not willing to give up on our marriage over this, but he better work hard to repair my trust in him.
So I am a bit broken - emotionally and physically - as well as super tired. I cannot get comfortable in bed with this stupid cast.
That is why I did not manage to participate in May ICLW. The upside is that I did lose 6.8 pounds since March 23 - now to manage to keep that off while I am unable to move much over the next 6 weeks or so.