Revelation of the Embarrassing Type

Do they ever end--The Confessions of Belinda?

This morning, just before leaving for work, I was thinking of the careful questions that the doctor asked me in the Emergency Department last night. Had I been doing any repetetive actions or anything out of the norm? I shook my head, wide eyed. No, there was nothing I could think of that would fit those categories. As I pondered this, like puzzle pieces coming together in slow motion in my head, I had a revelation about what had caused the problem with intercostal muscle on my left side.

I saw myself sitting on the couch the night before the pain, where the last thing I did was write a blog post. I closed my laptop, and lifted it from a sitting position across to the end table on my left.

My "heart attack" was caused by repetetive laptop lifting. A writerly hazard to be aware of.

I thought I should put everyone's mind at rest--just in case there was anyone worrying about me. Well maybe you should keep worrying--just for another reason! :)

Comments

Marilyn said…
RLL! Repetitive Laptop Lifting!

I used to be a chronic sufferer until I started working out to prevent the horrible consequences. Hahahahahaha!

I'm glad you remembered.
2:34 PM
Julie said…
Gotta love those people who love to live on the edge... Praying for your recovery and waiting in anticipation for your next adventure
4:58 PM
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