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.
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May they see you soon and let you know all is well.
Now I'm in an exam room waiting for the lone doctor. So far I know I have normal blood pressure and oxygen saturation, but a fever of about 100. So that's unexpected. Maybe it's a respiratory infection.
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Hoping it's nothing, Teppy.
How far down on your side is it?
Ugh. Glad you got yourself to a doc, Teppy. I'm hoping you feel better soon, and it's just one of those stupid things our bodies do every once in a while to remind us we're not in charge.
Hopefully if you had a collapsed lung, they would have noticed by now. A run-of-the-mill respiratory infection seems like a better option.
Pleurisy? It could be pleurisy!
It's in the general boob area, and that same height on my back.
The doctor listened to my lungs pretty thoroughly, and her conclusion is that the pain is a muscle sprain from hauling that cat litter, but ALSO a bonus respiratory infection. Yippee. But I'm glad it's not a collapsed lung.