You get sympathy from friends and complete strangers alike. They put YOUR needs first. If your walking down the street with a physical sign that your injured, like crutches or a cast, people go out of their way to make sure that your needs are put above their own. People open doors and help pick up stuff you dropped. It shows the true nature of us evolved primates (even the ones who believe in a superior being in the sky, you may know this being as the Flying Spaghetti Monster).
Having said all that, I hate being hurt.
The constant worrying about taking your pills on time and remembering them when your out and about defeats the purpose of sympathy. The sharp pains and constant reminder that you are indeed injured is most unwelcome. Sure, people make conversation with you about what your going through and act concerned,but unless they too are hurt, they really have no idea. If you bump what is hurt, you grimace your face and you hold that spot, desperately trying to relieve the pain.
If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm injured again.
Long story short I bruised my ribs at work on Monday. They didn't start hurting until I got home. Tuesday morning I talked to the on-site physical therapist. 1. to report the injury and 2. to see what her opinion is. She told me to take some ibuprofen and ice the spot. I tried that, but to no avail. So Friday I went back to the physical therapist and had her call the hospital to set up an x-ray. X-rays came back negative. Nothing broken or cracked. Just a big bruise.
(side story. All hospitals have that same Earth-tone color scheme going to try and relax you. Whites and beige and light blues. I'd like to go to one where an interior decorator designed it, who is just out of college and who barely passed. That would throw a wrench in the monotony of hospitals. As long as the nurses and doctors do their job extremely well, the color scheme shouldn't matter.)
Doc gave me vicodin, sorry but it aint working. Every time I expand my lungs to breathe, sneeze, yawn, etc I feel a sharp stabbing pain. I even got a nice new bed on Thursday and can't even enjoy it. If I lay down, pressure is placed on my ribs, making breathing difficult. The only solution I've found so far is sitting on the bed with my against the wall using blankets and pillows to support me. I've got a follow up at a good jolly time: 8:45 Friday morning. Which is fine, but I don't work until noon. Depending on when I leave the hospital, I'll probably drive around town for a few hours. Maybe I'll stop over at the Republican House, where the Republican Party was founded in the next door School House. Least I forget my antagnist ways, I'll be wearing this shirt.
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