'Round these parts, we pronounce it, "Er."
Aug. 9th, 2004 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phosfate...so anyway, leg was a punkass all Friday. Late Friday night had a little episode in which I was writhing around on the living room floor like Mr Orange. This was repeated on Saturday afternoon, at which point Mom, on a break from goddamn tennis oh God I hate tennis so much, wandered out in her unbelievably annoying deafness and saw me with the weeping and the writhing and said, very gently, "Why don't you let me drive you to the ER?" So you know it looked bad. She never offers to drive. Shoved book, brace thing, and Muscat Teddy (Custard) into a bag and fucked off to the hospital.
Long story short: I have tendonitis. I am not taking enough ibuprofin and don't know how to wrap a leg properly. Taught about the miracle of the ice bag. Ice bag taken away because I liked it too much and they feared frostbite. No, they will not give me heroin even though I have Blue Cross. Referred to Dr Larry "The Unholy Incompetent Butcher Who Likes Saws" Miller for follow-up. Or Milton. Possibly Milhouse.
Emergency rooms are (a) very cold and (b) like one of the really crappy boring educational rides at Epcot. You know - the ones where they don't try too hard with the gift shop at the end, because, what's the point?
Got a plastic wristband out of the whole thing, though, so it was a bit like Pleasure Island. A bit.
Long story short: I have tendonitis. I am not taking enough ibuprofin and don't know how to wrap a leg properly. Taught about the miracle of the ice bag. Ice bag taken away because I liked it too much and they feared frostbite. No, they will not give me heroin even though I have Blue Cross. Referred to Dr Larry "The Unholy Incompetent Butcher Who Likes Saws" Miller for follow-up. Or Milton. Possibly Milhouse.
Emergency rooms are (a) very cold and (b) like one of the really crappy boring educational rides at Epcot. You know - the ones where they don't try too hard with the gift shop at the end, because, what's the point?
Got a plastic wristband out of the whole thing, though, so it was a bit like Pleasure Island. A bit.
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Date: 2004-08-09 09:21 am (UTC)You forgot to say how long you had to wait, though. I truly feel sorry for you if it was less than, say, 4 hours.
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Date: 2004-08-09 09:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-09 12:56 pm (UTC)Damn.
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Date: 2004-08-09 09:44 am (UTC)So of course by the time I got in there the worst was over.
JSM
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Date: 2004-08-09 10:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-09 01:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-09 09:58 am (UTC)(looks around furtively, opens trenchcoat) Hey, little girl . . . wanna buy some ICE?
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Date: 2004-08-09 10:11 am (UTC)*hugs*
Date: 2004-08-09 10:29 am (UTC)Re: *hugs*
Date: 2004-08-09 10:41 am (UTC)Insurance clipboard girl was so your clone. I wanted to give her noogies.
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Date: 2004-08-09 12:39 pm (UTC)Glad to hear you finally got a diagnosis. That's half the battle right there. Now you can get information on how to cure it.
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Date: 2004-08-10 07:14 am (UTC)*cries*
I haven't needed anything like the amount of ibu she recommended since that first night. Which is good, because I like my kidneys.
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Date: 2004-08-09 07:48 pm (UTC)Take good care of you.
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Date: 2004-08-09 08:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-10 05:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-08-10 04:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-10 06:23 pm (UTC)..........
I want to come take care of you.
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*goes all melty*