it all started about 13 years ago. i was going on a triple date with my first "adult" boyfriend, jeff. we'd been going out for awhile and things were going pretty well. when the boys went to get us girls a round of drinks, i scooted over to a different bar stool (if you have ever been to the bricktown brewery, you know how tall this is). when i saw them coming back out of the corner of my eye, i hopped back over to my stool....only to find that someone had moved it. i fell straight on my butt. when i realized what had happened i looked up and they were all standing over me, and my pride hurt way more than my butt did. jeff and i eventually broke up and i had my first adult broken heart. i got over the broken heart, but apparently not the broken tailbone.
i went to the doctor today and i must have fractured it back then and then the pregnancy aggravated it. 13 years ago, i never imagined i'd be writing about that night sitting on a donut.....
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