IOmemeN, I'm being berated into going to the urgent care to get my ankle checked out.
I feel unbearably stupid and like this is going to be a ginormous waste of time.
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IOmemeN, I'm being berated into going to the urgent care to get my ankle checked out.
I feel unbearably stupid and like this is going to be a ginormous waste of time.
Barb, that sounds like a good idea. Good luck, and I hope the wait time isn't too long.
I feel unbearably stupid and like this is going to be a ginormous waste of time.
Why would it be stupid? Did you miss the part where I fell once and ended up needing surgery? And we didn't figure out that I needed surgery until six months later, because I didn't get it checked out past x-rays?
There's nothing wrong with making sure you're okay.
It's former jock mentality. Shake it off, I'm okay, no really, nothing a little ibu won't help.
I'm thinking, however, the burning sensation isn't something I can just shake off.
I have known parents who felt their parenting was being criticized when their baby was clocked in at 5%ile for weight (my favorite example being my Asian-American friend with her 5'4" husband's baby, it was always, "tsk tsk, we need to fatten her up,"), so I don't think you have to have a label like "underweight" to find discomfort in the idea of comparing your kid (or yourself) to an abstract number (despite the number's basis in some statistical average, which may or may not actually be valid).
Ankles are very complex and you don't want to inadvertently do more damage. Get it checked out.
Yes, get it checked out. The ankle had to do a lot of work since pretty much your entire body-weight can rest on it.
Also, my mother broke her ankle when she was 50 and it was prone to all kinds of problems thereafter. Sorry, that's a bit doom & gloom, but it's just meant as a cautionary tale.
Okey doke, I'm going in the next half hour.
In the meantime, the WTF, it burns.
My new issue of InStyle has a pop up ad.
Why yes, they're butterflies. But look closely.
Yes. The butterflies are made up of teeny tiny pairs of underwear.
The pop-up butterfly panties are awful cute, but not as cute as the previous princess picture.
My favorite Doctor Being An Idiot About Weight story was a friend of mine who was told "You need to loose weight, you've put on 30 lbs since you started college."
When she started college? She was literally malnourished. Truly honest to goodness malnourished in 1990s America. When she saw a dentist for the first time in her life at the age of 20 he wound up presenting a paper featuring her gums and no one at the conference knew of gums in her condition outside the third world.
The fact that her Doctor didn't know her appalling history of neglect I guess I can live with. The fact that he'd picked this particular statistic to go with (18 is some Universal Platonic Weight Ideal? Um, ok...)and that he didn't have eyes in his head to see that the late-twenties woman in front of him wasn't overweight at all nevermind thirty pounds overweight is tougher to comprehend.