...yeah. Because I had totally planned on starting off today with a trip to the hospital.
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!