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Although the doctor said I could have sex at any time, I was in way too much pain during the first week after I broke my pelvis to even consider having sex. Plus, showering with a broken pelvis was extremely difficult, so I wasn't the freshest person on the planet either. I think I gave Leland one blow job during that week, just to keep him from getting cranky.
Last week I was feeling a lot better and I really needed to get laid. When I told Leland I was ready to fool around, I thought he would be pumped. Instead he told me no. He was still afraid that he would hurt me and didn't want to cause me additional pain or keep me from healing as fast as I should. After literally begging and pleading (I am sure Leland loved having me beg him for sex!) he agreed to give it a try. The only problem with this is that I needed to have a bed to have sex.
Since our bedroom is upstairs, I had been sleeping on the couch. Going up stairs was impossible right after the injury. And though we have had sex on our couch too many times to count, having a broken pelvis was very limiting. I needed a bed so I could lay down and have room to spread my legs. We decided that since I was feeling better maybe going upstairs wouldn't be so difficult anymore.
So I went upstairs. At first I tried to get upstairs on my crutches, but I have the worst sense of balance and it wasn't really working out for me. Not wanting to give up, I scooted up the stairs on my butt. A good 15 minutes later I was finally in our bedroom. When I made it to the bed, I collapsed, exhausted. But I still wanted to have sex. I had made it that far and I wasn't giving up.
A mere 30 seconds later, I realized I really had to pee. We don't have a bathroom upstairs. I tried to ignore it, but it just wasn't working. It turned into one of those moments when I had to pee RIGHT NOW. So Leland got me off the bed and helped me back downstairs. Going downstairs was a lot easier than going up and I think I made it downstairs in just under 10 minutes.
While I was sitting on the toilet peeing, Leland and I realized that we really didn't think the whole lets-go-upstairs-and-have-sex thing through. It was at that moment that we admitted defeat and we decided sex was going to have to wait a little longer.