I spent the morning at Mercy Suburban Hospital. I came home from work with a lump on my sternum and the feeling I'd broken my ribs. I saw stars (literally) when I sneezed.
After 2 hours of waiting to see a doctor, I was put into a room and told to don a gown. Thankfully, I was able to keep my jeans on, I shudder to think of the stir I'd cause if my bare a$$ was sticking way out of the back of the hospital gown.
Anyway, they took 2 x-rays and found no broken bones. I have to follow up with my family doc next week.
It's the same old song, let's see if it gets any better, if not, blah blah blah. It's a small wonder why I procrastinate going to the doctor when I'm a bit off.
I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, I'll have to grin and bear it...and, try like hell not to sneeze.
