So, I’m done with cancer, but is cancer done with me? On Thanksgiving night I pulled an abdominal muscle. The pain went all the way through to my back. I knew I pulled a muscle. I felt it. For the next 10 days I would feel the pain if I stretched or turned the wrong way. It would sometimes be worse in my upper abdomen, sometimes in my back or rib cage. It would stop me in my tracks at times and a deep breath could bring me to tears. There’s not a whole lot that can be done for a pulled muscle so I never tried to get in to see my doctor. I just suffered silently (ha!!). Okay in the interest of full disclosure I may or may not have mentioned to my family that I should probably go to the ER, if I screamed suddenly they should just ignore me, and that I likely had a few cracked ribs, but I’d probably be okay. They got off easy… I was treating myself to much more dire internal commentary. What was that tearing feeling? An abdominal aneurysm? Wait.. is my liver enlarged? If I do have a cracked rib.. why? Bone mets? Am I being paranoid? Wouldn’t a brain lesion cause paranoia? I also was sure I had gall bladder disease and maybe biliary colic (what’s biliary colic?.. I have no idea but it sounds impressive).
As of today, I think I will probably pull through. I can only feel the pain if I force it. I’m sure I’ll pull another muscle with all these crazy contortions I’m putting myself through to see if I can reproduce the pain proving it was indeed a pulled muscle versus needing immediate surgery for some kind of internal injury.
p.s.. hypochondria is a recognized medical condition. So I’m only a little crazy.