And now, a teary funk
May. 2nd, 2005 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avanta7I decided to see my doctor this afternoon. The longer I sat, the stiffer I got and the more I limped and hobbled, so I left work and hied myself off to the clinic for a once over.
After a little discussion and a few questions, pokes and prods, she leaves the room. Her nurse comes back a few minutes later with medication samples and some instructions. "Doctor says it's either a strain or bursitis. Here, take these, do these exercises, and if it's not better by next Monday come see us again. We'll start you on physical therapy."
The medication is Celebrex. I am officially old now.
I'm in tears over this. How am I supposed to chase after that hypothetical child if I have bursitis?
After a little discussion and a few questions, pokes and prods, she leaves the room. Her nurse comes back a few minutes later with medication samples and some instructions. "Doctor says it's either a strain or bursitis. Here, take these, do these exercises, and if it's not better by next Monday come see us again. We'll start you on physical therapy."
The medication is Celebrex. I am officially old now.
I'm in tears over this. How am I supposed to chase after that hypothetical child if I have bursitis?
