Costo-whatnow?
So I went to the local walk-in clinic (as opposed to making an appointment with my own doctor) to see what the hell’s up with my ribs.
Diagnosis: costochondritis, as was suggested. Inflammation of the muscles/tendons between the 4th to 6th ribs, for those who don’t speak Doctor.
So I’ve got me a prescription for Celebrex, as extra-strength Aspirin and Motrin weren’t working worth a damn. I’ve only just taken it, so I have no idea if it will work, either. Here’s hoping, because the pain is a bitch.
The clinic was kind of a weird experience for me, as the doctor was really young-looking. Like, he could pass for a highschool senior. I always find young doctors a little unnerving. But I guess I’m of that age, now, aren’t I? Dammit. My own GP is in his sixties, and that suits me a little better. I just feel there should be an air of authority there. Nigh-puberty-stricken doctors…I just don’t know.
Speaking of young-looking… There was a cute girl working at the clinic. She checked me out, which was kind of fun. I caught her looking at me while I was waiting to see the doctor. The unfortunate part is that I’m sure she’s barely 20. Damn the fact that I look at least ten years younger when I get my hair cut short. Damn it all to hell. Yeah.
Ah life, eh?
June 19th, 2007 at 11:08 am
Whad-I-tell-ya? Medical transcriptionists are the best ad hoc diagnosticians you’ll ever meet. Hope it subsides soon.
June 30th, 2007 at 8:34 am
So did the Celebrex work?