I went to the doctor yesterday (actually, nurse practitioner) and he moew or less
confirmed that the only thing wrong with me is a bit of seat-belt rash and some
sore muscles. He did give me some samples of a muscle relaxant -- not the good
stuff, I didn't want it since I still have to drive to work, not to mention
actually doing work) -- and some good advice about Tylenol, heat on my neck, and a
chair with more support for my head.
So I've borrowed a higher-
backed chair for the week and brought my microwaveable heat pack in for the day,
along with a small bottle of Tylenol. Come to think of it -- excuse me -- gulp.
OK, I'm back. Not that the pain is really all that bad, but I figure I should keep
taking the Tylenol to keep down any inflammation and the muscle relaxant to keep
my muscles from seizing up and throwing off my body to make other muscles sore.
There was a slight trace of blood in the urine sample they took,
which could be an indicator of kidney damage but I figure that's more likely to
natural female events due today. I'm supposed to drop off another sample once my
period is done, just to make sure. Problem is, I'm not generally anywhere near the
doctor's office at the times they're open, so I may have to ask Rudder to take it
-- a test of either true love or natural unsqueamishness.
The NP also
advised me not to work out until the soreness goes away, so I don't tweak anything
else, which gives me yet another reason to be thankful. I'm very glad I had
decided not to race in Masters Nationals, because if I had I'd be grievously upset
at losing a week of workouts just now.