a three hour tour

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so after the yucky breakfast, I am trying to tackle work, but it is tackling me. My rib is hurting, badly. I wait for Mandy to come in, at 1:00.

I call and make an appointment with my doctor. The pain has moved to the back of my rib cage and not getting any better. I leave at 1:45, my doctor is an hour away from work. I get there, wait for him to come in.

He listens, asks what happened. I again go into the rollercoaster story. No really, rollercoaster It seems (from what he said) when you fracture a rib, it bruises out. So, you hurt like hell at the fracture point, then it creeps out and you hurt like hell all over.

He gave me a prescription, with a refill. I can not believe in this day and age there isn't anything else but treat the pain. ugh.

Going there, refilling the script and getting back to work takes three hours. Two passed the one I get for lunch (which I didn't get to eat). Supposed to get off at six, I stay until 8 to make up the hours ..... 7am to 8pm, 7th day in a row, with a broken rib ..... I think I deserve some kind of a-ward, preferably a pysch one.