Mssrs Ribs are not your friends ...

[changeling]

After 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.

Comments

[subtle-eye.livejournal.com]

I have had the "pleasure" of a torn intercostal muscle (climbing injury) and you have my deepest, deepest sympathy.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Thank you. How's the shoulder, by the way?

[subtle-eye.livejournal.com]

Improvement!
Have not been to osteo in almost a fortnight and not in crippling pain!
Still not sure if I'll be dancing at the Ale, but I'll definately show.

Very jealous of tequila + mexican too.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

That is good news!

At this rate it looks like I might not be able to dance at the Ale, in which case suxxors. I'll probably be there, though.

It was delicious.

[chennpug.livejournal.com]

For a few moments, when you said your housemates moved all the furniture, I thought they had moved it out of the house and all your things with it, and you were sleeping on the bare floor with only whatever was in your purse and your laptop as a pillow. Hello, paranoid flashbacks!

Holy crap, that sounds awful. At least the doc is doing something instead of juicing you up with painkillers and telling you not to move around for two weeks or somesuch. :(

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Ick. No, luckily my housemates and I get on pretty well. They rearranged the furniture, and it's all much better now.

Yeah, well, I suspect that will be today's instructions, once he's looked at the films. I'm not sure I want painkillers, though. It doesn't hurt *all* the time, and I'd hate to do myself a further injury because I moved badly and it didn't hurt.

[mawaridi.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness, that sounds horrific :( The whole world seems to be ill and unjured at the moment. You have my deepest sympathies.

PS: I got your email a while ago and I keep meaning to reply to it but it keeps being buried under things. I wanted to thank you for thinking of me because it sounds like the kind of thing that's right up my alley, but at the moment I have way too much on my plate to take anything else on. But still, thanks. Because...how cool! :)

Take care.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it fricking sucks. I'd say there was something in the stars, except my horoscope for this month specifically stated that I needed to "look after my health", which is a bit too close for comfort.

Oh, that happens to me all the time! Thanks for the hand-wave. I'm glad I didn't horrifically insult you or something. :)

At this stage it looks like the book I was going to call you in on (the yoga book) might just be illustrated with clip art, but I'll keep you in mind in case you're not as busy next time.

[sannion.livejournal.com]

Ouch! I had pleurisy once - no fun at all. You're in my thoughts and prayers, hon.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I think I need some prayers at the moment.

I've been wondering if you'd do an oracle for me? I'd been thinking of requesting one for awhile, and I'd mostly typed this comment when I got your email about Wep Ronpet, which felt like a cosmic "Ahem" ...

[sannion.livejournal.com]

I'd be glad to. Write me an e-mail, so I don't lose track of it. (I'm horrible with that, and gmail tends to botch things up with the way they stack e-mails.)

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Done.

My most effusive thanks, my dear.

[pezzae.livejournal.com]

That does not sound fun at all :o( Hope it gets better soon...

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Me too! Thanks. :)