So I finally broke down and went to urgent care Friday after I got off work about this pain in my ribs. It's really been hurting to do anything lately--sit, stand, lie down, cough, sneeze, hiccup, laugh. Just about the only thing it DOESN'T hurt to do is run, so at least there's that. (Oh, it hurts plenty if I take a deep breath and expand my rib cage, but if I breathe CORRECTLY while I'm running--from the belly/diaphragm--no pain whatsoever.)
Anyway, long story short, he tapped on my ribs, I cringed; he pushed on my ribs, I said curse words...
And then he sent me for an x-ray. To see if the ribs were broken and to see if there was anything showing up in my lungs that would have caused such a severe cough in the first place.
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| Hopefully this is the only image of my bare chest on the internet. |
I was ultimately given the all clear. Along with a diagnosis of bronchitis and pulled intercostal muscles and a sweet Christmas present of hydrocodone-laden cough syrup. :)
Cheers!
Labels: doctor, sick
