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.
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.
I'm just chilling, waiting for them to call me back.
There's only 1 doctor and 2 assistants here and several patients, so I'm going to be waiting a while.
I just figured I'd update in case anyone wondered if I was in an iron lung.
Oh, you're *there* waiting for them to call you back. I was afraid you were at home waiting for them to call you back on whether you should go. Well, at least if you fall over dramatically there's someone there to take care of you.
May they see you soon and let you know all is well.