Life was as usual yesterday. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for receiving something delightful from a friend for my garden.
The alarm went off bright and early, with an old Glen Campbell song "Witchita Lineman"
playing (I do like the tune...but what the heck is that lineman still doing on the line??).
Sat up to turn off the radio, and felt a searing pain. Well...that's weird. I felt great last night,
slept pretty well...what's this? I thought I could just push through the discomfort, but it
increased to the point I became nauseous. Put a call in to the Dr., and she said those could be symptoms of a heart attack. Well for heaven's sake, I don't have time for this!! I went to an
emergency care clinic, and they felt I needed an E.K.G. and CAT scan. Are you serious?
So from there, on to the E.R. I felt crummy, but the folks in the waiting
room looked like they were in the first phase of becoming zombies. Pale, hunkered
over, and persistent moaning. 3 E.K.G's, xrays, and multiple blood draws later....I waited (in
a whole lotta pain mind you) for 3 more hours. When the results came in, I was placed in a private room. Gawwwwd....more waiting. In walks a Dr. with hands that had seen a recent
manicure...the nails were a bit too shiny for my taste. He pulled up one of those little rolling
stools, so close that our knees were touching, and his eyes were not 5 inches from my face.
Alrighty then. He looked me in the eye, and asks "Do you want to tell me how this happened?"
Um...what the heck??? Honestly, I wondered if he was with the wrong patient.
I asked about the E.K.G's (all was relatively normal) then he asks me again "How do you
think this happened? Impatiently I asked "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
Get this....no heart trouble, I have a broken rib! NO idea how it could have occurred.
Good thing the hubby has been behaving himself lately...I could have caused him some
serious trouble. Believe me....there have been times I would have considered throwing my
head back in a dramatic way, sighed heavily, and said with a southern drawl "OOOOhhh Docta...why you just don't know the trouble I've seeen....Lawwwwd have merrrcy...(then depending on the looks of the Dr. place his hand on my breast)...why feel my poor little heart beating with sorrow....my husband does hurt me sooo." Tee hee.
Now I have an answer to the pain, and the prescription is a little TLC from the family, and
a darn good excuse to take it easy this weekend.
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Ouch! Poor baby. Goodness, woman what did you do to yourself?
ReplyDeleteI think you need some major TLC from your family all weekend -- your meals delivered in the bed or to the couch. Since you shouldn't do any heavy lifting. Perhaps, even have someone change the channel for you.
Milk it, sister. Milk it!