September 15th, 2003

Jet (Cowboy Bebop)


It's getting better, a little biut each day, but this is the most annoying injury/whatever I think I've ever had. Since it hurts to breathe in deeply, I'm stuck taking shallow breths, which means I either hyperventilate, or just don't get enough air. Either way, it's making me a little swinmmy in the head, and at the best, I can't seem to concentrate on anything.

We won't go into how much my shoulder hurts...because that's pretty much all the time. Di says that when she goes in for her next doc appointment, she'd making an appointment for me to go in and see if they can fix it, whether I like it or not. If they can, I'll like that just fine...I dunno, having a doctor in the family, I have always seemed to avoid docs, as much as possible, and I can't really say why. Nothing against them, I jusr have. I think the last doctor I went to, was one time in college I hit the clinic there, because I had the flu. Before that, I went to one in about the 10th grade. That's it.

No wonder I'm so fucked up. Hell, I'm almost afraid to go in to the doc, just for fear that when he asks me what the problem is, we'll run out of time just while I'm going down the list.