It is seriously time for me to get a new doctor.
Since it’s a crime for me to do something I enjoy and emerge unscathed, I have a price to pay for going on a dive trip. And I’m not talking about the sunburn. I’m talking about the pain in my chest that would have had me wondering whether I was having a heart attack, had I not just had an EKG last month! So, at my mom’s urging, I clomped off to my doctor’s office, knowing that it would be a waste of time and money. (This is the same doctor who adamantly insisted that my pelvic fractures were a ruptured tendon.)
He told me I have a fractured rib. Um… I didn’t do anything! How did that happen?! Then again, he once told my sister she had a fractured rib, and she actually had gall stones, so whatever. Like I said, I need a new doctor.
But I oh-so-conveniently had an appointment with the orthopedist today, so I asked him for his opinion. He doesn’t think it’s fractured, and I prefer to go with that. Not that it really matters what’s wrong with it, since even if it is fractured, there’s not much you can do for a broken rib. And he told me I could try running a couple of times a week and see how that works out… except that I have effectively been a big fat lazy couch potato since before I left for Belize, because that’s what I did in Belize and then I came back and effed up my rib. Which, even if it isn’t broken, still hurts.
As a side note, I read a study recently about dried plums’ ability to restore bone mass. I actually very much dislike dried plums, but I decided to try and make myself learn to like them. I found these, which have no preservatives — I think that preservatives sometimes makes things taste kind of weird. I was surprised to find that I even rather liked them! The study mentioned two servings a day, but that seemed excessive, so I decided to stick with one for now… but I think that was still way too enthusiastic of me, because words cannot even describe the intestinal agony which ensued today.
And then I got into a stupid fight with my sister because she wanted us (my mom, sisters, and sisters-in-law) to go out tonight for her birthday, and even if we ignore the fact that I very much dislike doing such things without prior notice, the very last thing I need right now is an assault on my digestive system. Her reasoning was that you don’t know your stomach won’t hurt next week! Okay… so go without me? I don’t know, arguments are just stupid 99% of the time.
But hey, at least we can all agree that I am selfish and the world revolves around me. Yay!