tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087841508260457328.post6785718724758701409..comments2023-05-03T06:06:00.749-04:00Comments on my city life: me firstAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854261160601157270noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087841508260457328.post-84105223543891242292009-06-17T21:15:28.738-04:002009-06-17T21:15:28.738-04:00I'm glad everything was okay.
Okay, I'm...I'm glad everything was okay. <br /><br />Okay, I'm not really like that. No, I don't run to the doctor for every little bruise or bumped knee, but I DO go when something is "wrong" with me, and I don't feel myself. Maybe because I am a mother, and I know there are three little babies dependent on me, but I'm not so sure. I've always been one to try to find out what's causing whatever is wrong. Just to be safe. And, thankfully, too, for it was a "weird feeling" that sent me to the doctor that ultimately diagnosed (and thankfully, early) my MS. Had I brushed it off and waited, who knows how long it could have gone undetected. <br /><br />Sorry to rant. :) Just thinking. Honestly, it just sounds like a you thing to me. I've noticed that about you in times past, when you wouldn't go to the doctor (three day rule) for things I would have. shrug. Just make sure you don't do that NOW when little things COULD be BIG things...or not. Usually not, but better to be safe than sorry...I guess that's my motto...<br /><br />Anyway, glad everything turned out okay. You take care of that little 'un. :)Sweet Taterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00462997825814041894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087841508260457328.post-18034107814621654642009-06-17T19:27:21.697-04:002009-06-17T19:27:21.697-04:00I'm glad everything is okay.I'm glad everything is okay.Evehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06817866825959302592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087841508260457328.post-14575101065999520162009-06-17T19:21:00.954-04:002009-06-17T19:21:00.954-04:00I'm glad you're okay! A couple years ago, ...I'm glad you're okay! A couple years ago, I hurt my back lifting something. I was at work and embarrassed to tell anyone. I didn't want to be the reason our hotel's worker's compensation expenses were so high. Finally, in tears (and pain), I called my husband who convinced me to tell someone and to go to the urgent care office. Now, years later, I think I wouldn't wait next time. If you're hurt, you're hurt. It <i>is</i> important to take care of "me first."Stephanie Harshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15502947272568502626noreply@blogger.com