Major Pain In the Ass

Though my pain level is now at 6, it frightens me.  Never have I had such odd, yet severe pain at the same time.  The pain in my buttock is scary.  It's deep.  When I move, I can feel the wire inside... then the pain begins with a dull throbbing ache.  It grows into a web of pain that stops me in my tracks. Getting onto my bed is takes a new skill I haven't mastered, yet.  If I put one knee onto it, my butt hurts.  When I try to sit, pain shoots out of my ass like fire.  Yes, I am laughing as I type because I know I sound ridiculous!

Alex is camped out on the floor next to me, sound asleep.  He's so sweet.  I'm actually very grateful that he is here with me.  Not only in case I need something, but it's kind of nice having my nineteen-year-old kid wanting to camp out with me. I love that roles have reversed; child caring for his mother. I told him that for his eighteenth birthday, I'd get him a tattoo.  By the time that day came, he wasn't ready.  We discussed tats tonight.  I told him about one that I saw online.  We always give each other the "ILY" sign.  I showed him this:

I suggested that the inside of the heart could be purple.  Purple for my birth color and purple because it's Alex's favorite color. We'd both get this.  He liked the idea.  I love the idea.  

We'll think about it.

Oh, and before I go, the pain scale.  I meant to share this in the first entry.  This is the universal pain scale, used in hospitals throughout the world: 

Pain level at 3:22am:   6

Until next time, 

Peace.