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Nov. 3rd, 2003 08:56 amTired and bored. Zzzzzzz.
I know at least one of you is a doctor (sorta almost), so somebody diagnose me. I was helping my mom move heavy oak furniture on Sunday, and now my symptom is STABBING FUCKING PAIN (ICD-9 Code 666) where my hip meets my leg.
Can Motrin and an apple a day fix this?
(Psst...I know Code 666 is really for postpartum hehemorrhage, but I use the number because it feels like Satan is stabbing my muscles with a teensy, red-hot pitchfork.)
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I know at least one of you is a doctor (sorta almost), so somebody diagnose me. I was helping my mom move heavy oak furniture on Sunday, and now my symptom is STABBING FUCKING PAIN (ICD-9 Code 666) where my hip meets my leg.
Can Motrin and an apple a day fix this?
(Psst...I know Code 666 is really for postpartum hehemorrhage, but I use the number because it feels like Satan is stabbing my muscles with a teensy, red-hot pitchfork.)
>^..^
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