I'm sending you Mom's signature healing thoughts, i.e. thinking of you in a blue light, Kristin.
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
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I don't know if I can deal with this pain for two more hours.
Babe, I'm sure I'm stating the obvious here, but if you're not sure you can deal with the pain for two more hours, then you made the right decision in calling your doc and heading to an urgent care.
Please, hang in there until you can see someone.
{{{Kristin}}} Healing~ma sent your way.
If it is a cyst, I found that walking helped, for some reason. It is very painful, and I wish someone could send you drugs over the internets.
It hurt HELLA bad the one time I had a kidney infection. Ugh. I'd say take some scrip painkiller if you have any, but that might mask something the docs need to see.
I've found that shrieking in pain sometimes helps move up wait time. The Stoics were, as a school, kinda full of shit.
that wasn't as funny after I typed it out.
Soon-ma for Kristin and a diagnosis. And treatment would be excellent, too.
Why is it always the car? Every one of those milestone conversations: "Where do babies come from? What makes girls different? Why is there hair?," etc., was held in the car. It's been postulated that the kid has the driver hostage, she can't run away, there's nothing to deflect or distract with, plus the whole impossibility of eye contact. Still. I'd envisioned those rosy, sensitive, carefully-planned conversations taking place in the porch swing, or at the kitchen table. Nope. Always the car.
Oh dear, Kristin. Quick pain relief ~ma. Lots of it.
I bet it's the car because you don't have to make eye contact. It might be easier to ask the hard stuff that way.
Barb, probably because not only are you a captive audience, with no eye contact, but it's fairly private - no friends, siblings, etc., to hear the question. Also, with no TV, etc., there's nothing to distract them from such burning (metaphorically, not literally ... with any luck) questions.
Kristin, do get to urgent care ASAP - pain is nature's way of telling you there's something wrong.
And I'm loving hearing about Casper's fleas ... and the confusion with flea's Casper.
The link to Eben Brooks' LOLcat filk led me to this. For the internets are great.