Since I'm sure you really care, I thought I'd stick in a photo of my Nasty Bruise. I spent fifteen dollars and over an hour making sure I didn't have a broken bone (I didn't). The doctor - not our usual - insisted on calling it a "contusion" and told me to ice and elevate it, rest, wear comfortable shoes, take an anti-inflammatory, and call back to let her know if it's healing or not. C'mon. It's a bruise. I think I'll survive.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Poor me.
Since I'm sure you really care, I thought I'd stick in a photo of my Nasty Bruise. I spent fifteen dollars and over an hour making sure I didn't have a broken bone (I didn't). The doctor - not our usual - insisted on calling it a "contusion" and told me to ice and elevate it, rest, wear comfortable shoes, take an anti-inflammatory, and call back to let her know if it's healing or not. C'mon. It's a bruise. I think I'll survive.
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