I don't know if you have ever had the unfortunate pleasure to experience a broken coccyx (tail bone), but let me just tell you....it is HELL! I first broke my tail bone in high school, then again about 6 months ago. I did not go for an x-ray at the time of re-injury, but due to 6 months + of unbearable pain, I finally decided to have the x-ray completed today while at work. The whole experience was a disaster from beginning to end (no pun intended). When I went in for the x-ray, the nice tech told me I would have to pull my pants down to my knees. Of course, I was wearing....well lets just say not exactly appropriate underwear for the situation. She did lay towels down on the table, then I covered with another, but I just kept thinking about how many bodies had been on the table before me. I felt like wiping myself down with a Clorox wipe. After the x-ray, I returned my pants to the appropriate position only to notice that the white towels had completely covered my black dress pants with white lint. I had to walk in front of a lobby full of people with all this sh** all over my clothes. Everyone looked at me like I was a fool. Thank goodness we have a community lint roller in our office so I didn't have to finish my work day looking like a NUT. Of course, my coccyx is completely broken, leaving me to wonder if it will ever heal. Really, nothing can be done...and I really don't want to sit on a donut cushion in public...so I guess I will just continue to bitch and complain about the pain in my a** for another 6 months.
I am a family nurse practitioner, living and working in rural Southeastern Kentucky. In May of 2006, I married my best friend. He makes me laugh everyday and reminds me to not take life so seriously. I love living in Kentucky, enjoying four seasons, southern cuisine, sweet tea, and SEC football/basketball. I am a strong supporter of the coal industry, which helped build Southeastern Kentucky. I am very interested in politics, current events, finance/investment, and celebrity gossip. I also love anything involving water, beaches, sun, and Jimmy Buffett. Prior to meeting my husband, I often said I was looking for a 65 year old, retired man with a sailboat, who could play guitar. However, I am completely content to have a 34 year old husband with a houseboat. I thank God everyday for a wonderful life.