I have hurt myself in the most embarrassing way possible.
So I went to the hospital today, and let me say this: everyone should find a nice suburban community hospital to go to. I swear, that was the most pleasant hospital experience I've ever had. Everyone was nice: the receptionist, the nurse; the ER doctor was nicer than my primary care physician, the ladies who took my x-rays, the EMT guy who put the brace on my knee and subsequently brought me my crutches, the guy who gave me my discharge information sheet, and the receptionists as I was on my way out. It was like a Pleasantville scene.
Basically, I have bursitis, which happens when a small sac of fluid on your knee that cushions the bone and joints becomes inflamed. How did I get this? From walking up and down the stairs.
Yes, that's right. If there were ever more startling testimony that I'm horribly out of shape, it's the fact that I somehow managed to seriously hurt myself walking up and down some damn stairs.
To my defense, I've never lived in a multilevel home before. Sure, my house in Chicago has a basement and a ground floor, but everything I need is on one floor and I rarely have to go into the basement; at least, not nearly as much as I have had to here.
But still. I feel like a fatass without the weight.
Now I have to go to an orthopedic doctor so she can more carefully examine me and I guess perform surgery if necessary (Lord have mercy).
I need a nap lol...it was a long night and a long day...
I wonder if Tylenol has sleep-inducing abilities...