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I've been feeling like I'm going to keel over and die all week long so I finally made an appointment to see my doctor (whom I adore) this morning. Turns out he thinks my chest pain is mostly muscular and will resolve itself in 4 to 6 weeks. Oh, and I made it worse by doing physical therapy yesterday. I can't for the life of me pin-point how I could've pulled a chest muscle... I am the queen of bizarre medical problems. If you need medical advice, ask me first because chances are I've had it. I still feel like a heart attack waiting to happen.
Speaking of heart attacks, Reb is going to make me cookies! (How'd you like that transition?) Peanut butter cookies! We Google-chatted for the first time last night. Reb's awesome. She's the kind of person I'd totally be friends with if I lived nearer.
Posted by Allison at March 10, 2006 01:45 PMaw, i'm not afraid of you russ....
....*looks out the window*...
....*hides*....
..i'm not afraid of you at all!
Posted by: reb at March 13, 2006 08:34 PMin that case
i turn my back on you
I'm afraid of you.
Posted by: Allison at March 13, 2006 12:54 PMreb lives near me ... and I have never seen her in the flesh ... she's afraid of me. Who wouldn't be afraid of me...???
Posted by: russ at March 13, 2006 09:34 AM4-6 WEEKS? Cripes, that's not a "pulled" muscle -- that's a "ripped" muscle!
Feel better, Allie...pain sucks.
Posted by: david at March 11, 2006 12:45 AMso i'm not your friend now...i see how it is....
:)
and i was going to suggest the oatmeal raisin as it has oatmeals and raisins (they're healthy...right?), but you sounded pretty happy about the peanut butter or molasses, so i held myself back.
Posted by: reb at March 10, 2006 07:23 PM