The bad news is that I have a terrible back ache on my mid-back on the right side. This is the same spot that hurts when I get up in the night, after I've been lying on my right side. And I assume it is from either a) the position I am sleeping in combined with the additional weight in the front from the twins, b) the fact that I'm sleeping so insanely hard that my body clenches up and so I've wrenched my back in the extreme sleeping, or c) from all the bed rest because my body prefers to be upright.
So, around 4, I finally gave up the fight in the bedroom and came out to the couch where somehow I could wedge my feet into the cushions and get just the right knee angle to relieve some of the pain. It's still there now, but not as severe, but last night I was worried it was everything from a simple back ache to a kidney infection to miscarriage. Last night, I would have rated it a 4 on a scale of 10, right now its probably a 2.5. I might not be able to feel it if I took some Tylenol...
One of my younger brother's best friends was seriously injured in a pool accident on Saturday morning. You can read a short not-very-informative article here. He dove into the shallow end of a pool and broke his neck in two places. He was under water about 5 minutes before they could get him out, and was not breathing on his own until they got him to the hospital. He is now in a halo and can move his extremities, but they are keeping him in a medically-induced coma so that he does not move his neck. Another mm of movement and he would die instantly. Yesterday was a rough day for my little brother and my siblings, who tend to assume the worst in every situation. They were all calling me and each other all day with updates and concern. I was the calm one, which made me feel heartless, but we really had no concrete facts, and it sounds today like he might make a full recovery - they're still unsure about brain activity, but he did make a thumbs up sign when they brought him out of his coma yesterday, which I thought was positive. I was also touched that this is how my family handles crisis - we call each other. We are so close, and my siblings mean the world to me.
This guy has been a part of our life since my mom married their dad in '89. He was my 4th grade boyfriend, and a fixture at all our family gatherings since then. If you're the praying type, you might pray for Dustin and that he makes a full recovery, and that God be with Dustin's family and friends during this time.