No matter how deeply I want to avoid turning into one of those people who complain about every ache and pain, the only topic I can discuss is being ill. No one should be writing about such things during the height of summer. No one should be snuggled under a quilt with a fever when it's close to 28 degrees Centigrade outside.
Monday evening I felt a little bloated and uncomfortable. Later that night, I woke up because of the intense pain I felt under my right arm and breast. (Is that a word for men?) Yesterday, it seemed to be going away so, I ignored the discomfort. Yet Tuesday night I had trouble finding a position where I could fall asleep.
I made an appointment to see my doctor yesterday. I just turned 46 years old the other week and if this what getting old feels like, then, I'd rather not. Dr. DeCouto said that I most probably have inflammation due to a virus. He prescribed a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory. Immediately after one pill, I started feeling better.
Thankfully, I'm working weekends only so this does not interfere with my teaching schedule.