First...Dun Dun Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Dun Dun (or something close or maybe not close but you get the idea)...because you know that's what is going through your head right now. Okay, done? Moving on.
So, um, yeah, I finally made a doctor's appointment last week after having some pain for about the last two months. You know what gets you a quick appointment? Chest pains. Apparently that's a red flag to those in the medical profession. Who knew?!
I sauntered on over there after school today with my knitting in tow so I could occupy myself while I waited. I love my doctor's office, but I usually have to wait a bit and they have really shitty magazines. My new hobby is knitting, so it seemed like a good time to work on my oh-so-lovely scarf that will be a gift...that is if I ever get the thing finished. I'm thinking short scarves should be the new trend...I could at least call this one as DONE! But, alas, probably not going to happen.
I met the lovely, amazing, and genius NP at my doc's office. Although I knew her prior to today, she was the parent of a student, not the lovely, amazing, and genius NP at my doc's office. She hooked me up with the EKG just to make sure I was being honest...turns out I was! Apparently being 25 pounds overweight AND eating crap for six months has not hurt me a bit...She totally described my heart as "good as any athlete." Um, excuse me, have you looked at me? There are many words that come to mind when I look in the mirror, but athlete is not one of them. (Although I'm going to impersonate a coach in a few months when I become Assistant Track Coach...here's to hoping no one catches on I'm only accessorizing with that whistle!)
So, you ask, what the hell is wrong with me, the girl who can lug around this extra poundage while still having the innards of Michael Phelps? Apparently my left shoulder is a bit stuck in place...like frozen...like that acorn in Ice Age. Guess what? All those muscle-thingeys wrap around the chest and all around and stuff. When they bind up (think a rubberband twisted round and round and round and round till it's about to pop), it apparently causes chest pain. Dull, aching, burning, throbbing, holy-shit-this-hurts chest pain, BUT not holy-shit-I'm-dying chest pain.
I'm feeling quite a bit better now thanks to the lovely, amazing, and genius massage work of Nathan McCarter. This post is sorta sponsored, I guess, by my lovely, amazing, and genius mother-in-law who was kind enough to get me a gift certificate for Christmas. Because I am totally psychic and intuitive and schtuff, I had already booked a massage for tonight (amazing timing, no?) so I got a start on thawing this bad boy out. Hopefully the chest pains will be no more and my should will again start to feel like it's part of my body. Just to make sure, though, I feel quite certain I will need a massage on a regular basis....for medical reasons only...not just to escape my crazy house...promise. ;)
So, um, yeah, I finally made a doctor's appointment last week after having some pain for about the last two months. You know what gets you a quick appointment? Chest pains. Apparently that's a red flag to those in the medical profession. Who knew?!
I sauntered on over there after school today with my knitting in tow so I could occupy myself while I waited. I love my doctor's office, but I usually have to wait a bit and they have really shitty magazines. My new hobby is knitting, so it seemed like a good time to work on my oh-so-lovely scarf that will be a gift...that is if I ever get the thing finished. I'm thinking short scarves should be the new trend...I could at least call this one as DONE! But, alas, probably not going to happen.
I met the lovely, amazing, and genius NP at my doc's office. Although I knew her prior to today, she was the parent of a student, not the lovely, amazing, and genius NP at my doc's office. She hooked me up with the EKG just to make sure I was being honest...turns out I was! Apparently being 25 pounds overweight AND eating crap for six months has not hurt me a bit...She totally described my heart as "good as any athlete." Um, excuse me, have you looked at me? There are many words that come to mind when I look in the mirror, but athlete is not one of them. (Although I'm going to impersonate a coach in a few months when I become Assistant Track Coach...here's to hoping no one catches on I'm only accessorizing with that whistle!)
I'm feeling quite a bit better now thanks to the lovely, amazing, and genius massage work of Nathan McCarter. This post is sorta sponsored, I guess, by my lovely, amazing, and genius mother-in-law who was kind enough to get me a gift certificate for Christmas. Because I am totally psychic and intuitive and schtuff, I had already booked a massage for tonight (amazing timing, no?) so I got a start on thawing this bad boy out. Hopefully the chest pains will be no more and my should will again start to feel like it's part of my body. Just to make sure, though, I feel quite certain I will need a massage on a regular basis....for medical reasons only...not just to escape my crazy house...promise. ;)
I "treat" myself to a 20 minutes $20 neck and shoulder massage every week after work, before I have to pick up the kids. It tends to keep the migraines and super achy bits at bay.x
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