Gas relief. Pfft.

Have you ever gone to the doctors office for something incredibly stupid?  I always hear people say that and I've even said "I don't want to go to the doctor because it'll probably be nothing" but I've never actually had that happen.  Every time I go to the doctor I am sick or getting a physical or have some strange rash (which ended up being scabies but no one figured it out for a whole year...I was miserably itchy).  The past 2 weeks I have had this intense pain in my chest; it hurt to breathe and it often felt like my lung was collapsing or being squeezed.  I talked with my older sister, who is in the medical field, and she couldn't think of anything but walking pnemonia.  She told me to go see the doctor.  After a few days I finally decided to set up an appointment.  The breaking moment?

Me and Clifton were watching Star Trek when my dog decided to cuddle with us on the couch.  He hopped up but his whole lower body was hanging completely off the couch which was hilarious to watch.  Scout kept trying to stabilize himself by kicking the air but he was honestly just so happy to be snuggling with his owners that he didn't care all that much.  Clifton and I busted up laughing at our adorable dog and the minute I started laughing the pain increased.  I love it when my husband laughs his true gut laugh.  It makes me overwhelmingly happy that I always start laughing when he's truly laughing.  Because when something is funny enough for my husband to laugh at with all of his gut, it must be funny.  The combination of our dog and Cliftons laugh sent me into hysteria.  I was focusing all of my energies on not laughing because I could barely breathe when I did.  Then of course I was so amused that I had to concentrate on holding in my bladder as well.  Tragically, they were both things that required my full focus so I decided to focus on not laughing.  And I peed my pants.  Embarrassing?  Always.  Funny?  Yep.  Sad?  You bet.  I always start crying when I have an accident so it was at that moment I decided to go see the doctor.

I was so scared to go to the office alone so I made my prego sister join me.  I am such a child sometimes.  The doctor was a new one and he had a bit of an accent--I have no idea from where because I'm not good with that kind of thing.  He decided it was an issue important enough for the x-ray.  Dun dun dun.  It was the first x-ray I'd had done in years and it was a little exciting for me.  After that was finished he came into the room and said I have a big gas bubble working its way through my system.  His accent made it sound like "big-ass bubble" which was very humorous to me and my sister.

I went to the doctor because of gas?  You have got to be kidding me.  I've had a few more days of pain and today I was finally to relieve that pain with the help of all the metamusal I've been taking.  Oh yes.  Gas relief.  You know the feeling.  It's wondrous.