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Mssrs Ribs are not your friends ...
Aug. 27th, 2007 01:01 pmAfter spending a miserable morning where my innards rebelled against me, I went to the doctor's about the excruciating pain emanating from my ribs every time I try to do something so rash as breathe too deeply. We assumed it was a muscular injury of some sort, as I haven't done anything unusually strenuous recently, but it's slowly been getting worse.
So I went to the doctor, and he poked my ribs, and said I probably had pleurisy, but that I should get an x-ray to be sure. So I walked around the corner, and stood in a dim room with a dartboard in the corner, trying to count the number of times I'd had an x-ray in my life (several for my orthodontics, one session when I badly sprained my ankle in 2003, one in the last few months for dentistry), and wondering how many one could have in one's life before beginning to glow. (My MIL apparently is no longer allowed to have x-rays due to the high number she's had already.)
And I had to breathe deeply and hold it (OW), and breathe out and hold it (ow), and lean a little to this side (ow), and lie on my side (OW). And both in the doctor's surgery and on the x-ray table I had to helped because it hurt too much to sit up. That was a little humiliating, but I was mostly in too much pain to care.
The results won't be in until tomorrow, so I have another appointment at 12. Jeebus, but I'm sick of being in pain. Surely normal people have whole days at a time without feeling in physical discomfort of some kind.
In other news, my housemates moved all the furniture yesterday while I was at writer's group (not that I would have been able to help anyway). I think they would have moved the toilet if they'd had a few extra metres of pipe.
Also, we had tequila and awesome Mexican food on Saturday night. You are all jealous. No really, you are.
So I went to the doctor, and he poked my ribs, and said I probably had pleurisy, but that I should get an x-ray to be sure. So I walked around the corner, and stood in a dim room with a dartboard in the corner, trying to count the number of times I'd had an x-ray in my life (several for my orthodontics, one session when I badly sprained my ankle in 2003, one in the last few months for dentistry), and wondering how many one could have in one's life before beginning to glow. (My MIL apparently is no longer allowed to have x-rays due to the high number she's had already.)
And I had to breathe deeply and hold it (OW), and breathe out and hold it (ow), and lean a little to this side (ow), and lie on my side (OW). And both in the doctor's surgery and on the x-ray table I had to helped because it hurt too much to sit up. That was a little humiliating, but I was mostly in too much pain to care.
The results won't be in until tomorrow, so I have another appointment at 12. Jeebus, but I'm sick of being in pain. Surely normal people have whole days at a time without feeling in physical discomfort of some kind.
In other news, my housemates moved all the furniture yesterday while I was at writer's group (not that I would have been able to help anyway). I think they would have moved the toilet if they'd had a few extra metres of pipe.
Also, we had tequila and awesome Mexican food on Saturday night. You are all jealous. No really, you are.
