Remember a couple of weeks ago when I very nearly had a heart attack at the gym? Well, I went back twice last week and indeed, the chest pain is still there. Bummer. So, after some internet research (which is where all the best medical advice comes from, right?), I've decided I have Costochondritis.
(funnily enough, spell check tries to change that to hypochondriac...)
L thinks I have whatever it is called when you think you have everything you read about, but what does he know? It's not him dieing on the treadmill.
Instead of getting better, I think it's getting worse. If I push on my sternum/ rib area, it hurts like crap. You'd think I would stop that, but I keep doing it to see if it still hurts. Pretty much I'm just an idiot. Yep, just checked, still hurts. Also, when I take a deep breath, like when I'm walking through Wal-Mart and fighting the urge to knock Hatchling upside the head with a pound of nitrate-free bacon because he is reaching and grabbing for everything he can to try and stop the cart while I try to push it, then it hurts.
I just don't know how I could have injured it...