So tomorrow the doctor will get back to me with instructions. Tonight I'm to take a lot of ibuprofen.
As life threatening illness symptoms go, this is less painful than when my mom fell on the icy driveway and broke her upper arm and dislocated her shoulder. But I am moping a bit and whining. Hence no brilliant post. Or insightful. Or, well, entertaining.
Tomorrow will be better. I'm hoping for vicodin. (Always a cause to celebrate.)