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So after, um, several years of vague hip trouble, I finally went to the doctor about it, and now I have a referral for an X-Ray (just in case) and physiotherapy. Official description of the problem, as written by the doctor on the form: "Bilateral clicking hip trouble". (What, I don't even warrant some gratuitous Latin? Pft! Doctors these days, honestly.) I also got a mole check, which was all clear, yaye!
... And then I (slightly) sprained what I presume to me my gluteus maximus. That's right, people, I sprained my arse. Because I'm just that special. *facepalm*
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(No, seriously, why the fuck am I still allowed toeven dress myself? Because you know how I managed that one? Getting up off my bed. I cannae believe they let me vote.)
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Srsly though. I cannot believe I am now learning to care for the sick and elderly. I CAN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. IDK ABOUT THIS.