I broke my tailbone off when the girls were still little. It had snowed more in Ohio that I had ever seen before in my thirty some years of life. Addi put on her snowsuit and I rode her piggyback style and went down the street to see if there was any traffic flowing. We lived on a cul-de-sac and didn't have much traffic at all. On my way to the end of the street I hit an icy spot and fell. Not wanting to kill the child on my back, I fell weird while trying to protect her. I fell right on my stupid tailbone.
We made it back to the house (she walked this time) and I thought it was a bit sore but not broken or anything. A few days later we decided to go sledding Our friends went with us. They had two boys about my girls' ages. Our friends had brought a rubber inner tube from an old tire. It looked like a blast and so I grabbed Jess and I laid face down on the inner tube and the hubster put Jess on my back. Big mistake!
The ride was a pretty exciting one until we hit the first bump. Jess flew up and landed right on my tail bone. The pain was intense, let me tell you. I don't remember much of the doctor visit and x-rays. My tail bone had broken off and was floating around down there. I believe I had about six months of sitting on a donut and I loved my donut. Grandma had one and loaned it to me. It was pretty embarrassing carrying the thing around but I didn't care. Pain was pain and whatever it took to get beyond it, I did.
So I have this terribly embarrassing problem with the little indentation where my tail bone is. I acquire an accumulation of butt debris there and have to scrub it occasionally to get rid of the crud. TMI. I know. Why has no one ever brought this problem up to Dr. Oz?
I was soaking in the bathtub a couple of days ago and scrubbing my crud out and I guess I scrubbed entirely too hard. My tail bone has been bothering me ever since. And so, my readers, you know my most guarded secret now.
No I'm not posting a picture of this.
The culprits who helped to break my tailbone. I still love them very much.