Friday, January 30, 2009

The wonders of rice, heat and vicodin

Yesterday I walked over to have lunch with the schoolchildren; unfortunately, I stepped on a wet spot on the floor, my feet came out from under me and I landed squarely on my...prosperity. Ow!

God bless the kids, a bunch came over, "are you all right, Father?" Well, at the moment, I didn't feel like talking much! I just nodded and caught my breath; a couple of the fathers--it being "Catholic Schools Week," parents were having lunch with the children this week--came over and helped me up. I was pretty sore, and after working a couple more hours, I went home and tried some ice on my back. That helped; I had a Pastoral Council meeting that evening, and I made it to that; then headed home again. I remembered I had some vicodin, so I popped one of those. That helped, but it wore off about 3 am...unnh!

But by then I'd realized I hadn't broken anything, it was just soreness; putting on socks, boy was that an adventure! I was in the office a bit today, but am back home now. My secretary reminded me about the "rice pack" she'd given me awhile back--do you know what those are? It's just a bunch of rice, sewn up in a cloth bag. What you do is microwave it for 2-4 minutes, and it's nice and hot...ahhhh!

Of course everyone heard about it, and someone said, oh that much have been embarrassing; well, I suppose, but at the moment, I really didn't think about that! Just as well, I guess.

Anyway, I expect I'll be sore for a few days, but Deo volente, nothing more to worry about.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Father,

I hope you continue to feel better. From experience, the next day is worse and maybe one more bad one until you begin to improve.

Take care of yourself!

Rachel said...

Jackie stole my line-- Take care of yourself, Father! I'm glad it wasn't any worse. :)

Fr. Larry Gearhart said...

I slipped on the ice one morning in mid December, when I went out to pick up the newspaper. I'm pretty much healed, now, thank God, but it was pretty embarrassing having to ask for help with things I normally take for granted. Not to mention the expense of a clinic visit plus prescriptions.