Coccyx around the problem

I fell down some stairs in December. No, I wasn’t pushed, didn’t encounter any horrible sort of attack, I’m just clumsy. And I fell badly and bruised my coccyx. For those unfamiliar with that term, it’s the tip of the tailbone, where we *may* have once had a tail. And I bumped ungracefully onto it, And it hurt. And it STILL hurts.

It has kind of got beyond a joke. As much as people snigger if you say your arse hurts ‘what have you been doing!’, it’s no joke. It’s permanently sore to sit up/stand down/ crouch and I hate this feeling of being incapacitated. I’ve started to take my body into consideration when doing activities/events/ bending and I’m really not happy with that. My body, whilst perhaps never the most streamlined or athletic tool in the box was pretty much pain free (barring four days a month).

I’ve never broken an arm or leg before, and so to a small degree I imagine this feeling of anger and frustration is rather similar, and I’ve now done a Google search (big mistake) and think I may have  broken or fractured my tailbone. There’s lots of advice concerning comfortable pillows/ special seats but seeing as I’m embarrassed carrying tampons do I really want to have obvious arse- injury style paraphernalia around?

Yahoo answers gave little hope

‘Try sitting on pillows or one of those donut things. I thought mine was bruised from falling in a pot hole last summer; I waited over a month to go to the doctor. Turns out it was broke. All you can really do is not sit too long or stand too long, it will take time to heal.”

Great. The most impatient girl in the world is advised time is the only solution, That will really scupper my care free plans of flitting round Oz and skydiving into rapids.

And the idea of not sitting down for long periods? Um, I work at a desk. In front of a computer, as I  would guess a large percentage of the population do. It’s really not an option to avoid desk work now is it?

There’s really no easy solution available to me, but as I’m the queen of the quick fix I’ll be attempting a DIY solution of  a cocktail of diazepam and ibrubofen to counter this. Perhaps I’ll even see a doctor one of these days-but what if they confirm that it’s broken? Oh dear. I think I’ll rely on Dr Internet instead as at least that way I can stay in denial a little longer.