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This could have been a really great blog. It could have been full of drama and crisis. It could have been a really great story. You see, I woke up Monday morning in so much pain I couldn't sit up. Or let me rephrase that, I didn't try. I was sleepy. It was dark out and I hurt so bad in my left lower rib cage area. No matter how I tried to lay it hurt. But you know me, I went back to sleep any way. When I woke up later it still hurt, a lot. I took a hot shower, it didn't help. I took ibuproen and bextra (yes I'll now have a stroke). It didn't help. So finally I gave in and called the doc's because I didn't know if it was my lung or my muscle.
Well, they never called me back. I went out with Kelly Monday night and as long as I sat very still and didn't say much, it didn't hurt.

Well, Tuesday morning it still hurt, a lot. The doctors office called about 11. They said to come in and have an x-ray. It could be a pneumothorax (collapsed lung) or a cracked rib (never thought of that) or a muscle.

So I drove out and got Kelly from work so he could help me walk from the doctors office to the x-ray building and back. It took forever since I didn't have an appt. But it could have gone something like this. Oh no, get to ER now. You have a pneumothroax, you need a chest tube now. So they cut a spot between my ribs and shoved the tube in. It hurt more than all 12 children I had....

Oh, that didn't happen. But it could have been like this. You have 3, no 4, no FIVE cracked ribs. Are you sure you coughed that hard or did you have a fight with someone? No? Then your osteoporosis is so bad we are going to put you on strenous weight lifting soon as your ribs heal but for 5, no 6 months you can't do anything that could cause the ribs to further break and puncture a lung.....

Ok, that didn't happen either. How about, we can't see anything wrong with your lungs or any cracks on your ribs. You probably sprained, yes sprained a muscle while coughing in your sleep. I say,"I don't cough in my sleep." My husband is behind me betraying me with a shaking head, "yes you do." So take something for pain and go home. I got a perscription for a pain killer, that isn't working by the way and went home. All this took from 12 when I left the house to 6:30 returning home. I'm whoooped. Yes, that really did happen.

See, weren't the other stories better? Not very fun to happen, but more fun to write about! And I was finally going to get my hair done today. ERrr. So the pain patch they gave me is helping a little with the strong stabbing pain, but is not helping with the constant pain. And since I know I'm holding my self weirdly because my back hurts, now my back on the other side is hurting. I give up! I think they should have given me a muscle relaxer. That would probably help more.
Oh well, didn't think of that while I was there. Just felt stupid for even going in. The doctor was very nice and assured me I did the right thing because on the phone we couldn't tell what it was.
Ok, so I'm only a half of a goober. Think I'll have to pay the guy who lugged my 02 around for me all day and missed half a day of work?