As I took one step out of my apartment complex yesterday, I slipped on the ice feet over ass. I saved my coffee. I saved my backpack with my netbook. But the top of my back wacked against the stair. It felt like someone had hit me with a baseball bat six inches below my neck. It knocked the wind out of me, and for a minute I felt like I was going to die. But I walked it off.
Throughout yesterday, my back felt like it was going to spasm. I have played enough football to know that there is no structural damage, but my lat muscles are bruised and tight. I could go to a doctor/emergency center. They would probably x-ray me to make sure I had no structural damage. They might even give some good muscle relaxers. Of course, I have played enough football to know that you never go to a doctor/emergency room unless someone absolutely makes you go. But if my wife wasn't a thousand miles away, I would have to stop complaining or do something about it. And I do like complaining.
I am afraid this "do something about it" mentality is another one of these factors in healthcare that isn't getting enough attention.
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