Crash Into Me, yeah.
Yesterday I had to go to Walgreens to turn in a prescription for the hubby for some pain medicine he’ll need next week when he gets a wisdom tooth removed.
As I made my way to the pharmacy department, a 10- to 12-year-old boy ran full out and crashed into me. He hit my breast with his hand and my ribs with the same elbow (I think, it’s not like I had time to see what he’d done). He didn’t even stop, just yelled “sorry!” over his shoulder as he ran out the door.
*sighs* Some people’s children, yanno?
He hurt me. My ribs hurt and grew worse as yesterday went on. I didn’t get much sleep last night because the pain kept waking me up. There were a couple people on my case about going to an urgent care center.
So, after driving a friend to her monthly doctor’s appointment (and hurting a lot more from just that little bit of activity), I came home, woke the hubby up, and had him take me to urgent care.
The good news is that no bones are broken. YAY!
The bad news is that I feel like such a fool for not waiting an extra couple of days on this. Cuz, ya know, an unbudgeted $85 for a visit plus pain meds isn’t an easy thing (especially since we just spent an unbudgeted $150 on the car last week).
All of this is to say that 1) this isn’t the post I was planning on writing last night or today, and 2) this is a post that I’ve probably written before a million times.
The urgent care I went to was one I’ve visited before, so I knew they didn’t have an anti-fat agenda. Or at least, they didn’t last February when I had a nasty bacterial respiratory infection. They insisted on the weigh-in, and really, I was hurting too much to argue.
However, they did have a “one size fits all” mentality with the blood pressure cuff. They took my reading, with a normal size cuff, and it came up high: 140/104. Imagine that. The nurse taking my blood pressure told me it was “a little high,” but he wasn’t worried about it since I was in a lot of pain and pain always causes the blood pressure to be high.
I get that, I really do.
One of the things that concern trolls like to trot out any time fat people talk about being healthy or Health at Every Size® is that we can’t be healthy due to our fat. They trot out things like increased hypertension and increased risk of stroke being caused by being fat. It’s not, they are co-morbidities, and correlation does not equal causation, no matter how much people want to argue it does. And, if that urgent care reports contributes medical records to an epidemiological study, I’ll surely be one of the statistics showing the “proof” of this.
The proper size cuff really makes a difference. When medical personnel use the correct size cuff on me, My blood pressure is usually in the 110/70 range, and rarely higher than 120/80. There have been a couple of times when I’ve been as “high” as 124/85. One doctor told me that my BP was “dangerously high” and that I needed to lose weight immediately or
I was going to die she was going to have to put me on blood pressure medicine. This was the same doctor who told me that I had a BMI of nearly 50 and I was going to die if I didn’t lose weight… well, yeah, I was going to die. The kicker? She did the math wrong. My BMI really is 42. Yup, still in the “I’m going to die yesterday” range, but not in the “OMG why aren’t you dead yet?!” range.
I don’t know what my real blood pressure would have been today. I was in a lot of pain, and it really does have an effect on blood pressure. And I have to say, being in so much pain, I didn’t have the ability to even ask them to get a proper-sized cuff.
I just took it as a win that my bruised ribs (because that’s what the problem is) was not blamed on my fat.
Personally, I’m really glad my rib isn’t broken, because the doctor was talking about a 12-week recovery process from a broken rib. Even just a bruised rib is a two- to three-week recovery process. While that’s better, it’s still not good enough. I’ve got stuff to do, things to get ready for. Hopefully, the pain medicine the doctor prescribed for me will help take the edge off the pain without leaving me too loopy so I can get back to work.
Candy doesn’t make itself, and I have a big selling event coming up. In three weeks. And I don’t have near enough candy to sell if I can’t make any more in between now and then.