I'm going to be frank here...yesterday really sucked, and today was just about as bad.
Yesterday, I was hurting. I mean, huuurrting. My entire body ached, and my chest? It killed. I've never been stabbed in the chest, so I can't say for sure...but I think during a spell of hiccups I experienced what has to be a similar sensation. I cried out with each hiccup, and as the tears rolled down my cheeks, Callie would kiss my arm trying to make me all better. She's such a sweetheart. But those hiccups felt like death and it really was not a fun thing.
Once the tears started (because of the pain), it's like I couldn't get them to stop. All my frustration and anger and everything just poured out. Then I took a nice nap.
Today I'm feeling a little better, but I still hurt. Tonight we found out that our car is officially considered a "total loss." And that just depresses me. I really am grateful that we are all ok -- no serious injuries or anything -- but I'd much rather option #1 had occurred -- go to Sammy's occupational therapy on Monday morning with no car accident. Oh well. Can't win 'em all.