I broke my butt.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Well, it’s probably not actually broken, but it sounds better that way. After a fun night during which I may or may not have “imbibed” a number of “alcoholic beverages” leading to a state known as “intoxication”, I (actually the most sober one of the group) was supporting my friend as we waited outside for the bus back to campus. He fell (I choose to blame him) and took me down with him, with me landing on my poor butt-bone (coccyx for you fancy-types). I was wrecked enough at the time that it didn’t really hurt and I was really more focused on scrambling up so everyone else would stop laughing, and then I was preoccupied with taking care of my (different) drunk friend and making sure she didn’t puke on my rug, so I didn’t notice how badly I hurt until this morning. I now have an 8 hour plane ride to look forward to on Friday with a broken butt.

Oh, and she puked on my rug, too.

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Sounds like y’all had fun. :slight_smile: I hope you didn’t actually crack the bone or anything - I’ve heard that can take forever to heal!

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Ouch! Sending healing thoughts towards your butt.

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I broke my tailbone when I was 12 (desperately hanging on to a runaway horse) and at 52, it still bothers me sometimes.

Get well soon.

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I fell on a friend’s backyard ice rink last winter and thought I had cracked my coccyx; it hurt like hell for a couple of months, but I think I just bruised it really badly. I purchased a coccyx pad to relieve the pressure on my tailbone, and that seemed to help a lot. Hope you just bruised it!

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Thanks for the butt well wishes, guys! I too hope it’s only bruised and not broken, 40 (!!!) years of butt pain is really not made up for by one clumsy (albeit awesome) night. Thanks for the suggestion,** Cuckoorex**, although I hope it heals sooner than that!

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Mine’s got a crack.

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I broke mine in 1980, and it took only about 2 years to stop hurting. I was standing on an undercut bank on the side of a river, fishing. The bank gave way and I fell right on my coccyx, spraddling a log that was about 5 feet lower than my feet. So that is about a seven foot fall with a very sharp stop, and all the pressure on that one spot. OOOW! Ranks up there with some of the worst pain I have ever experienced.

My wife has broken hers twice, and it is a bit crooked. Caused a bit of trouble in childbirth, I remember. I bet she remembers even better.

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Landed on my coccyx a few years ago when my horse pitched me off in a fit of bucking (he’s also broken my nose twice and left a permanent #2 horseshoe print just above my right knee). It took about three weeks to heal: I used to drive around with my heated seats on to relieve the pain. (no, haven’t sent V-Rod to the glue factory yet) :wink:

Sorry to hear that it happened to you - sitting up especially hurts like a mother…

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Ah, that’s unfortunate. That rug really tied the room together, too.

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Your friend or your butt?

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Years ago I must have broken my coccyx* by riding a bicycle with a hard seat sitting up and riding no hands- I don’t remember a specific moment something went wrong, but I started having pain and it plagued me for years. Finally I was able to tense my lower back and buttock muscles in such a way that something down in there went <CRACK>, and then it got better. I still have to “reset” it every so often, and I now effectively have an extra joint in there; I had a massage therapist tell me I have the most mobile tail bone they’d ever seen.

*That word sounds so dirty.

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Okay, some of you are definitely making me feel better about my injury. Seven foot fall?! About 3 feet (or whatever the distance from my butt to the ground) was bad enough! And I’ve discovered from my own personal experimentation and observation that yes, sitting up does indeed hurt like a mother!

Yeah, shame about that rug, eh? (It was my friend that puked, not my butt. Thank god)

Heh heh… cock-sicks.

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My friend had one of those “intoxicating” evenings, slipped in the bathroom and fell on her ass into the bathtub.

No, she was not bathing, nor even attempting to bathe.

For the next month she walked like she was trying not to involve her ass.

She failed.

Two years later her ass is now a Farmer’s Almanac. “It’s gonna rain…the barometric pressure is dropping…I can feel it in my ass…”

I wish you a speedier recovery and speedier locomotion than my friend.

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I was skiing, and fell really hard on my butt. It hurt so badly I slept all through the next day and refused to go skiing again.

It hurt for an entire year! I couldn’t sit on those hard seats at college, I had to kind of lean sideways.

My husband teases me now because I was too embarrassed to go to a doctor and see if there was anything they could do. I couldn’t see myself red-facedly explaining how much my butt hurt to a doctor. “I have a pain.” “Where?” “Uh…” passes out from embarrassment

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In December, I slid down the last half dozen steps into the basement. My right hip/buttock region HURT. And so did my right arm, a little. Got up, decided I must not have hurt myself too badly, walked upstairs, played with my nieces, even laid on the floor on my side.

A little while later, I sat on a chair and it HURT. By lunchtime, I’d scared myself that I was seriously hurt and needed surgery. So when my brother came home, I told him I wanted to go to the Emergency Room–I no longer believed that I could hurt that much and not have damage to my bones. And I wanted something more potent than Advil for my pain if it was all in my muscles.

So I went to the ER by Taxi–such a fun experience. Especially when I was asked to sit down and I declined because standing didn’t hurt, but the act of sitting did.

In a reasonably timely manner, I was examined visually, the doctor confirmed that I hadn’t messed up my spine. I took a totally unneccessary pregnancy test, then got x-rayed. Nothing wrong with my bones.

So, since they can’t bandage your butt, the doctor gave me a prescription for Vicodin, told me to take lots of Advil, and sent me home.

Two months later, I’ve still got sensitive spots in my butt–especially if I try jogging-- but I’ve lost the purple coloration, am no longer taking painkillers, and can sit with reasonable comfort on squishy surfaces–hard seats were never a problem, soft ones were.

I can certainly assure you that the pain I had at first was sufficient to outweigh any fear of embarassment about explaining what hurt and why.

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Well, this thread has reassured me that it’s only bruised and not broken, some of these stories are epicly cringe-inducing. Although it would be cool to have a barometric butt. My finger that I’ve sprained 3 times is good for that already, though, so I suppose it would be greedy to want two weather predicting body parts.

And I’ve also noticed hard seats don’t really bother me so much, probably because there’s not a lot of contact between my tailbone and the seat since it doesn’t conform to my butt shape. I’ve gotten a couple of rude surprises when plopping down on my bed and abruptly remembering my undignified injury, but surpisingly the awful lab chairs at school aren’t that bad.

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I hope you feel better soon.

It really does hurt for a long time after you do that but it won’t last forever.

I got tanked this past fall and fell off the top of a picnic table backwards onto my ass. I landed on gravel. I didn’t go to the hospital because really what the hell could they have done anyhow?

It hurt of course, really bad, for almost a month but I still managed to go to work and even go bowling. Sitting down and getting up were the most painful.

The worst was taking the stupid donut pillow to work so I could sit at my desk. When I had to go out and move around it was easier. Everybody gave me a hard time. They all know I like to drink, so there was no question as to how it happened. Nobody even asked. They just gave me shit about the 'roid pillow.

This happened to my mom too. My dad dropped my mom on her ass one night. He was tanked also and decided to pick her up and throw her in the pool. He dropped her on the cement instead. She cracked her tailbone and didn’t talk to him for like three days. Whatta party pooper! :smiley:

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Mr. Neville did this last year, and it still bothers him at least sometimes. He wasn’t drunk- he slipped on ice.

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I’ve broken mine twice – once involved a horse that reared up, and as I was riding bareback, I slid straight down to the dirt, and once I slipped and fell on a concrete slab as I was trying to take out the garbage after an ice storm. Mine tells the weather, too, as do all the toes I’ve broken.