I absolutely hate getting up in the morning and I always find Monday mornings particularly challenging. While I've always been responsible enough to drag myself out of bed, I sure don't do it without a few moans and groans. This morning I felt unusually achy and wasn't pleased to feel pains in my lower chest the minute I rolled over. Yuck, this is uncomfortable. Should I call out? No, no, I can't do that. I have a meeting with my boss today and what will I do home anyway?
After several hours at work my sister, Michelle, finally convinced me to call my mom. Mom went down my list of symptoms, "Can you breathe? Does your jaw hurt? Do you have pains in your left arm?" Diagnosis from Dr. Mom: I should not have ate macaroni with sauce and sausage at 8pm and then went to bed at 9:30. Treatment: Tums. Of course she suggests I see my real Dr. as well.
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