Last night, when coughing vigorously (on purpose) to try to dislodge some phlegm at the back of my throat, I felt a sharp twinge in my side that made me yelp. This was at the place that hurt when I fell on the ice last Monday. That made me wonder if I might have a cracked rib after all and that cough made something slide a little. It was still quite tender this AM even with two 650-mg tylenol. No fever, difficulty with deep breathing, shooting pains or pink sneezes so I'm not worried but I decided I probably should seek medical consult. Had some driving to do first.
Today was a down-and-back-same-day drive to Mayo for Mary's chemo. I brought lots of Tylenol. Good help is readily available at Mayo if you know where to look -- and we do now. The folks at the rehab center were also very helpful so all I had to do is drive -- no heavy lifting (for me) today getting Mary moved from wheelchair to car and conversely. All I had to do is drive, and push the wheelchair around within the Mayo campus after others moved her from car to wheelchair at the main entrance to the Gonda Building.
The level places were no problem but the stairs would have been tough without the help of the blue-haired lady. (just kidding)
Driving condx were OK: quite cold but bright, no snow, good road.
I was glad I didn't have to mess with a gear shift today.
While there, I decided I probably really should see someone here about me so I got on my phone to my clinic in the cities while Mary was being infused.
What a contrast! After the exemplary care Mary has been getting at Mayo and other places, I thought I was in a third-world country -- with cellphone service connected to phonebots, idiots and passive-aggressive trolls.
It turns out that the story I got depended a whole lot on from whom I got it. I guess I did learn a few things in Corporate America, hmmmm?
After being told variously that all clinics and ER's in the cities are swamped, see a chiropractor because MDs don't do much about broken ribs anyway, take an Aleve and go to hell, man up and go to your happy place, etc, I got an appointment with a Dr. (Unpronouncable) tomorrow morning in the after hours urgent care unit at the clinic.
Apparently "urgent" means in the next day or three, maybe, unless they're busy. There's no separate facility, it's just a different appointment desk.
The day crew told me it wouldn't be possible to see anyone today or this evening. Oh well, I was outta town most of the day anyway and my situation isn't really urgent.
The stuff on their website (accessed from public 'puter near the chemo desk at Mayo10 East) says that broken bones are an emergency, but I don't know that I have any broken bones. Is it an emergency, urgent or routine to determine if any bones are broken? When I finally got connected to an actual triage nurse, that question stumped her. The fact that it did told me all I needed to know: thank her, hang up, call back hoping for better luck with next conversation.
I know if I went to the E.R. I'd be triaged for hours behind actual emergencies -- and of course the usual contingent of indigents with sore throats, runny noses, no insurance and minimal English.
Then, one "urgent care clinic" person said call at 0700 tomorrow because they don't make Saturday appointments on Friday. Hmmm! After thinking about that a bit I called again, got a different person, asked a different question and learned that they actually start making appts at 1730 on Friday, probably after the day shift goes home or something. So I called at 17:32.
"Shoooore, what time would you like?" "Huh?" "Early, late, 09:30,
10:00, 10:30, 11:00, what?" As of 17:32 today, tomorrow morning was apparently wide open. HAH!I grabbed an 11:00 so I could sleep in a bit. All I want is a dang Xray.
I don't expect a remedy, potion, miraculous surgery or ritual cleansing but it seems like an Xray might be a prudent thing to do so if something is about to knit like this --__ at least we'll know it.
Discomfort has subsided noticably in the past few hours with just routine ibuprophin (said by one nurse today to be better than Tylenol for such things) and takin' it easy if driving a couple hunnerd miles can be considered as takin' it easy. I'm now pretty sure it's just a pulled muscle that will be OK if allowed to heal -- though it might take a little while before it's fully loadworthy.
That's my untrained but not completely ignorant opinion. I still want an Xray of the hurty place, and maybe, possibly, if it ain't too much trouble, 15 seconds of a Doc's time to look at said Xray before they tell me to take annother Aleve and quit bleating.