My Single Mom Life

I didn't tell you all why I spent the weekend in pain.
I didn't want to look like an idiot but ah, too late now. I fucked up.

I have a lifting weight limit of 5lbs since the surgery. It won't ever go above 25lbs for the rest of my life.
Saturday night, the boys were gone and someone tried to open our back door. The boys must have had the door knob lock opened but the chain and hotel slide lock were still on but they managed to open it part ways.
When they did, the boys bikes which had been in front of that door, fell over.
I heard the crash and saw the door open and a man running from my yard. I slammed the door and secured all the locks and then, in my nervous scared moment, I tried to pick the bikes up and reset them against the door.
I lifted one up about waist level and all of a sudden, I felt this feeling like all the new titanium and screws in my back, were falling, like a cha-chung shifting down into my hips.
Kinda like how a big steel gate would look hitting the ground with a slight bounce before settling. That's the only way I can describe how this felt.

I have been in fucking agony since. No amount of oxys has helped it at all.
I'm scared I broke the hardware. Like a screw or several screws, came undone from the pedicules.

My back doesn't look different, the boys said it has no lumps or anything, they felt all the way down, you can actually feel the titanium rods when touching my back. It just hurts wicked wicked bad.
I've been in my brace with the bone stim on non-stop.
I did over do things on Sunday too. I went to best buy to get Sebastian his birthday presents and then came home and set it up and blew out a switch box so I had to go back out again and get a new one, so I was bending in and out of cabs and bending over hooking the stuff up and everything.

So I called the docs office and they are very, very worried but allowing me to go to the local hospital tomorrow for xrays and they will rush them to doc M and if he sees something bad, I'm gonna have to go see him.

I don't even want to think about revision surgery. No fucking way.
Keep your fingers crossed that I just really yanked some muscles too hard and didn't joggle anything loose.

And if when leaving comments, please try to refrain from name calling like idiot, moron, dumb ass etc. I've been yelling at myself pretty much all weekend and yesterday and today as well.

**EDIT**
On the guy thing, this neighborhood has been slowly getting worse for months now. Part of many reasons why I want to move.
This isn't the first time someone has tried to come in either. I have lots of locks on the house, trust me.
If doc would give me the ok to learn how to use a gun, I'd be buying one.
I love Florida's law regarding home self defense.