But *WHO* wants to go to the doctor and pay for the visit and x-rays and more if all they are going to do is tell you to take ibuprofen and stay off it.
That I can tell myself.
Like I just did.
Anyway. My mom is now with me, and my foot is still hurting, and she is -lovingly-persistantly- telling me I need to get it looked at.
I'm gonna let her sway me, and I'll tell you why - Mexico.
Mexico doesn't have the doctor, pharmacy, radiology, labs and so on all rolled up into one package - you visit a doctor then you go and visit a lab clinic and then you go to some pharmacy nearby . . .all separate from the other. And on a bad day, I hate this.
But today it sounds just peachy because it means that I can just hobble myself down to the radiology clinic and get x-rays for myself (for about 35 dollars) and if my foot is badly broken *THEN* I'll take the x-rays to the doctor and see what he has to say about it.
Otherwise, I'm just taking myself home and downing some ibuprofen. Thankyouverymuch.
UPDATE: went and got the x-rays, and yes, it's official, it's broken. And I'm back to *less than in love* with Mexico because the doctor put a cast on my foot but I'd have to go somewhere else to find a boot for it.
2 comments:
so you are driving yourself on your maybe broken foot. good move. miss you michelle!
Aw, sorry to hear that! :( Hope you have great success with the boot. :)
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