Last night, the lingering pain in the right side of my chest got a lot worse, i.e. I couldn't breathe in or move my right arm around or bend over or lie down without severe pain. It was no better when I woke up this morning, so James bundled me off to casualty down at York Hospital, and it turns out I've got inflammation in the cartilage across the right half of my ribcage. Yay? It has a long, official name I can't remember. I'm back on a strong painkiller and an anti-inflammatory to boot. At least I'll sleep well on the plane(s) tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm stoned out of my gourd.
Merry Christmas, all. Preferably without your own trip to the ER!
- ...yeah. Because I had totally planned on starting off today with a trip to the hospital.
I hope you are ok during the travelling.
Happy Christmas! I hope your turkey turns out all right.
Merry Christmas!
Yay for stoned! :-O
this is like the best worst christmas ever, from what i can tell.
Merry Christmas! Sometimes, you need a little pinkprick to better appreciate all the good times :)
Hope it goes away fast :)