Monday, July 27, 2009....
I'd like to thank everyone for their well wishes and for my friend, Poncho Girl, for taking such great care of me last Monday. Hubby was out of town and she was right there to drive me to the medical facility, wait while I got x-rays and listen to me when I was screaming my head off (not, one of my proudest moments).
After x-rays and a cat scan, it turned out that I injured an old fracture. My doctor called on Tuesday to give me the news about the injury and also that the cat scan revealed something more which requires an ultrasound.
What I love about this doctor is that he doesn't hold back. When we were discussing the placement of my original fracture he was stumped as to how I did it. He explained the rib which was fractured was next to impossible to break unless you're an extreme sports person. He shared the story of how his son fractured that same rib as a result of falling off his bike while traveling 30 m.p.h.. Heck, I travel at 30 m.p.h. and faster when in my Passat.
This doctor knows me well after performing 3 surgeries on me and could easily tell me in his politest way he was mystified because I had achieved an injury only an elite athletic could do (me, elite, who knew?).
If I wasn't in such pain, I would have told him that I sleep walk at night and had been known to climb tall trees and pretend to hand glide without the sail. Alas, I was in pain and just focused on getting off the phone.
Since I don't remember the original fracture, I couldn't even tell you what I did to re-injure myself. I can't imagine lifting my Hop, Skip and Go Naked glass caused it.
I'm still stiff, but I can now eat, talk, breathe and not spew words and fire at my poor hubby.
One last note, in addition to thanking Poncho Girl for taking me and insisting that the doctor give me something strong for the pain, I want to say Happy, Happy Birthday!