I'm hurting right now.  My chest is on fire with pain, I want to cry, but if I cry, I'll have to breath harder and breathing harder is impossible.  I can't get a full deep breath as it hurts too much to breath to the full extension of my ribcage. 

I haven't taken a pain pill as I'm running low on them and the doctor couldn't see me until Monday afternoon.  There's no way I have enough of them to get through until then.  I'm taking 1.5 of them every 4 hours or so.  Or I was, it's now been 5.5 hours since I took the last ones and I just want to stop hurting. 
  

Now it's late Saturday evening.  I've slept most of the day away and I'm feeling somewhat better.  Other than almost choking on my dinner.  Somehow a bite of my hamburger got stuck in my throat and I ended up coughing it out.  Thank God I had enough air going through to cough.  Scary as hell, that was.  I'm just a wreck, a minefield of shit.   

It can only get better, right?  This costochondritis stuff will go away soon, I hope, and I'll be back to my normal gimpy self.  I'm used to the regular gimpness, it's when the extra stuff attacks that I become a whining, sobbing ball of misery.   

I'm stopping here, this is enough bitchiness for one entry. 

Smile, 

Suzy Smith