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I tried to drive Richard to work, made it one block, bailed and turned around and he later left work early to take me in. Passengering, it turned out, ie getting to sit still, was much easier.
“If it’s broken we treat it with painkillers. If it’s not broken we treat it with painkillers. Do you want the x-ray anyway?”
I flashed back to the pediatrician telling us it was going to take a year for our child’s damaged muscles to heal, and it did, and the idea of that vs. a broken rib healing in six weeks or so? Yes, definitely I’d like to know which one I was in for while it hurts to cough or breathe deep.
My doctor retired a few weeks ago and I got assigned to the new guy and life gave me a chance to–or rather, demanded that I–scope him out to see what I thought.
Young, Asian, tall, hipster with a man bun and an easygoing manner and a quick sense of humor. Okay, I think he’ll do just fine. I’m not an uncomplicated patient medically, but he struck me as someone who, if he didn’t know would happily go and find out. He went over the list of painkillers I can’t take and assured me that my history of liver lesions from the Crohn’s should not stop me from taking Tylenol.
“You gotta quit falling.” A good-natured, half-pleading, fully-understanding statement.
“Working on that,” I grinned.
(Still waiting for the reading on that x-ray.)
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Oh no! So hoping the Tylenol helps and you are feeling much better very soon.
Comment by DebbieR 08.28.18 @ 5:56 amYep! Definitely have to stop falling – either that, or invest in some bubble wrap or something that would inflate on impact LOL! Hoping that the painkillers will help and that it’s not a broken rib!
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