A Pain in the Butt

Literally.

Nearly a week after snowboarding, I'm left barely able to sit or lie down comfortably, thanks to one too many falls on my "tush," as we call it in this house. Just what I was afraid of. It's as difficult to get in and out of the car as it was when I was 9 months pregnant with the twins.

This little vacation injury should come as no surprise, since I have an awful history of returning from fabulous trips with some kind of ailment. Most notably, I somehow missed the memo to wear sunblock on day 2 of our Hawaiian honeymoon when we took a surfing lesson. The backs of my legs were so severely burnt that we spent the rest of our honeymoon ordering room service and pay-per-view in our hotel room. I couldn't even tolerate walking for the first few days.

And, before that, while backpacking through Europe after college, I was eaten alive by bedbugs. I'm not kidding. (Bedbugs do exist!) I had bites all over my body - too many to count. I did count 200 on one arm alone, and then I just stopped. It happened in a hostel in Florence, and I had to seek medical advice from a doctor who worked from his home in the middle of the Cinque Terra. Try explaining bed bugs when there is a huge language barrier.

So, I'll add bruised tailbone to my list of fun had on vacation. It's a good thing that trip to Tahoe was the last bit of travelling we'll be doing anytime soon. I shudder at the possibilities that await me!