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Wal-profen - Frances Bea

I broke my right foot in May of 2004 while I was visiting family in Chicago. I don't have much of an excuse. The wind was strong that day in the Windy City, but I didn't trip on anything. I just fell down while walking on the sidewalk a couple blocks from the Sears Tower and broke my foot. I limped around on the thing for days before I went home and finally saw a doctor. The orthopedist, when I finally saw her, told me to avoid walking on it too much and it would heal on its own. The advice wasn't worth two visits to my doctor's office, an hour and a half in the waiting room of the imaging center and another visit to the orthopedist with all the attached insurance co-pays and driving around on my broken right foot, but I suppose it was the right thing to do. I could have learned that the injury actually needed attention. It did heal up and is occasionally slightly sore when I've been giving my arches a workout.

I've been feeling sore in my neck and shoulders for the last couple of days. When I woke up this morning it was bothering me and I finally decided to take a pain killer. I grabbed my bottle of Walgreen's brand Ibuprofen (or "Wal-profen") and swallowed the last pill. We don't have a Walgreen's pharmacy locally. The bottle I tossed this morning was the one I bought more than two years ago in Chicago when I was trying to get around on a foot that was badly swollen and fairly purple.

It's interesting how random objects become unintentional souvenirs. I don't need a souvenir of a broken foot any more than I need an empty plastic pill bottle. So... so long to old rubbish.
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