I'm grumbling and muttering and sulking, because I am terrible at taking my own advice.
But I guess I'll go. I may call Tim and ask him to come home and drive me.
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I'm grumbling and muttering and sulking, because I am terrible at taking my own advice.
But I guess I'll go. I may call Tim and ask him to come home and drive me.
Absolutely have Tim drive you.
Absolutely.
Please.
You know that thing where your dad is super casual about stuff and doesn't want to go to the doctor and it worries you? Don't do that thing. Go.
You know that thing where your dad is super casual about stuff and doesn't want to go to the doctor and it worries you? Don't do that thing. Go.
THIS, G-DDAMMIT. And as I am catching up on this thread, I'm assuming that Tim is driving you to urgent care right now.
smonster is wise.
Yes, if you are still in pain, go now.
Potential heart stuff is a bitch to deal with in the ER. They take blood and wait to see if certain enzymes show up, and it can be hours as they wait for nothing to happen. Hopefully Urgent Care will say "wow, that's a lot of noise going on in your gut, take this heavy-duty gas reliever."
Four bags of recycling out the door today and one bag of clothing donations. The unfucking the house project continues. I may be done by the time ltc graduates high school.