That line from "Juno"

One of my favorite lines from the movie "Juno," and there are many, is one the main character utters while in the first stages of delivering a baby: "Ow, ow, fuckity OW!" Honest and an understatement. But that's how I feel every time I get up to do something simple like brush my teeth. Here's how it goes: Sit up from my reclining, foot-elevated position on the couch; grab crutches; hobble over to the bathroom; start brushing. As gravity does its thing and my foot begins to swell inside the cast, the pain comes in waves, and it feels like an approaching cannon sounds: boom, BOom, BOOM. I start thinking the wise thing to do is brush fast. None of this flossing business. Finish up, hustle back, assume the foot-up position, ask my husband for an ice pack, apply pack to the back of my knee and grit my teeth until the booming pain recedes to a blessedly dull ache. The only reason I am brushing my teeth this week is that my dentist is uncannily good at knowing when I've slacked off. Bastard brushes AND flosses, three times daily. I am on a mission to get through a teeth cleaning without a lecture and handful of pink stain pills from him. So I keep getting up, brushing, and thinking of Juno.