Yay Mystery

The x-ray results have come back; I had my appointment this morning. The good news is that there's no sign of breakage or fracture (hurrah!). The bad news is that if it was pleurisy, it should have cleared up by now (or, presumably, at least started to). It's still slowly getting worse, and it's been over two weeks now. (Why do I always get the funny syphilis??)

So I've been referred to the Royal Melbourne Hospital. And I was fine about that for the first while, and then I realised that I still haven't got around to arranging private health insurance, and I panicked. I called Steph, and she said she'd help pay. I'm a bit annoyed with myself, frankly, because I was looking at health funds a couple of weeks ago, but didn't actually sign up. I don't remember why.

I'm printing the paperwork now as we speak. I know I'm closing the gate after the horse's bolted (there's a one-year waiting period on pre-existing conditions), but at least the next thoroughbred'll have a harder time of escaping.

In other good news, I seem to have derived a method whereby I can lever myself to a sitting position without crying in pain. Hurrah! Though I've found lying on my back on a hard surface has become painful. Since I already can't lie on my side, even on a soft mattress, this should make visiting the hospital interesting.