So, last Saturday, I played Rock Band for an extended period of time. I was doing some crazy rock star moves ("More Than a Feeling" by Boston and a LOT of beer will do that to you). I woke up the next morning with a sore ribcage. I chalked it up to being sore from moving around so much and went on with my week. Progressively, the pain has moved to one side (my right, your left) and has gotten much worse. I tried using a Bengay patch (I smelled like an old man), to no avail. Ibuprofen and tylenol have done nothing. It almost feels like the pain is inside of my bone, not on the muscles surrounding it. Which begs the question, how in the hell might I have cracked a rib? I live a moderately violence-free life (with the exception of the occasional friend love tackle). I'm going to give it another day, and then I'm going to go on my insurance website and find a new doctor in my area. I hated my last one.
Here's the thing though. I can't stand going to the doctor's office. I don't like people I don't know seeing me in my underpants and dainties and touching me. Hell, I don't like ANYONE I know touching me. I don't like sitting on paper covered chair-things, and I don't like reading Highlights For Kids in the waiting room. I abhor being sick. I avoid the doctor's office at all costs, and it seems like I've had to go more and more often as of late. But when it gets to where it hurts to sneeze, laugh, or cough...I guess I should go. Not looking forward to navigating the labyrinth that is the Aetna website again, though.
In other news, I don't know if any of you follow my Last.fm widget, but you'll notice some really weird stuff on there. I went through a bunch of CD's I have and did a mass upload afternoon. So, giggle at my horrible taste. I don't care. I like it.
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