Rehabilitation and Return To Play Guidelines...by Debbie Downer

This is all too crazy for me to even comprehend, really.
So here's me, 31 year old wife, mother of 3, part time hostess, occasional jogger. I set out to start to learn to exercise roughly 3 years ago and learn I did. In fact, I fell in love with something that I never thought I would, and in all actuality running kind of belonged to my beloved instead so it was pretty cool to find something that we could both participate in. After all of the miles and all of the accomplishment of learning something that is just a tad bit intimidating (if I do say so myself) I felt the strongest that I had ever felt. Now, not so much. Now I have a stress fracture in my pelvis? Huh? (*please note I have heard everything that needs to be said, and it all really does add up to why I do have this injury) As if I already didn't know not to take the body for granted? Duh!? C'mon!
I am frustrated. I am angry. I am uncomfortable both physically and mentally. And I am losing my patience to top it off. I am sick of saying, "Would you mind...", "Would you please...", "Can you go and...for me?" I am over it. I am sitting here and I am over it. And, I'm not finding it nice at all. Nothing relaxing about sitting still, nothing.
So there is an online article that I read from The American Journal of Sports Medicine that has a section on Rehabilitation and Return to Play Guidelines. Return To Play Guidelines? Here's all I want to do:

lift my leg to get in the shower
bend down to tell Brodie he can't bite his siblings
follow Brodie down the hall to return the tampons that he has brought me 1 by 1 back to the bathroom
go and get the damn mail
sit down and...um...do anything comfortably
go to work so they can tease me about anything they want to
participate in "Catch the Ali, Catch the Isaac, Catch the Brodie" (figure it out)
run to change the laundry, then out to grab more milk in the garage fridge, then back in to sop up miscellaneous liquid matter from kitchen floor, then retrieve fresh shirt for "spiller", then to bathroom to pee, then kitchen to grab ringing phone, then to bathroom to wipe someones rear, then... You get the picture.

Those are my guidelines. I'm not an elite athlete. I'm just a 31 year old wife, mother of 3, part time hostess, occasional jogger who would like to be able to move again. With no pain.
sigh...

My love, all my love,
me