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(written 2 days ago…whatever…quit harassing me)
It’s Tuesday, August 21st and I’m already falling apart. No, not because today is the day that Daniel actually moves into college. What I mean is that I’m physically falling apart. You see, I’ve had all these nagging injuries for quite sometime but yesterday I must have seen a black cat, broken a mirror AND walked under a ladder because they all sort of came to a head.
Let me give you some background:
Last March when Kevin and I went on vacation, I returned with a sore Achilles tendon. Now, rather than get it checked out I just kept doing my normal stuff. As a result, I’m crippled when I get out of bed each morning and told Kevin that I was pretty sure that I ruptured my Achilles tendon. Has this injury bothered me? Absolutely but normally after a painful hour or two it subsides to a decent level of pain and I go about my day.
I was told to ice it and I have, twice, but I find icing to be uncomfortable and annoying.
About three weeks ago (maybe 4, who knows) my right elbow started hurting me. I assumed that I had crashed into something and it was bruised. Yes, this is a plausible explanation because yes I do crash into things. Often.
At any rate, it’s been annoying and I told Kevin that I had inadvertently broken my elbow but I was busy because I was going to Maine and also getting Daniel ready for college so I couldn’t deal with it. I just assumed the break would heal or whatever. It hasn’t.
Yesterday, I went to Pilates for the first time in about 3 weeks. Apparently, every muscle that I ever had has disappeared. I say that because we were doing some stuff that I’ve done before and it was really bothering my lower back. Now my instructor would say that means I wasn’t “engaging my core” enough but I’m pretty sure my core was otherwise engaged, possibly even out of the country. The end result was:
My lower back. You see, when I got home from Pilates I had to load up the car for Daniel’s move in the next day. Now normally I would have Kevin do this but he was conveniently (or inconveniently, it depends on who you ask) out of town. So I loaded all the boxes and whatnot into the car. All was well until I felt my back go out on me.
Now, I rarely have back problems. I have hip problems and neck problems and elbow problems and knee problems and foot problems and Achilles tendon problems but I rarely have back problems EXCEPT that THIS TIME I threw my back out. By the way, my elbow was also killing me.
As the day went on, my back got worse and my elbow was excruciating. I guess it was the Pilates class. I haven’t put pressure on my elbow in a while. When I went outside to bring the garbage cans in and it was too painful, I knew I was in trouble.
Keely lectured me and made me ice my back and elbow and take some Advil. I hate Advil; it upsets my stomach. I also called my friend and neighbor Dan, conveniently an orthopedic surgeon (actually I texted him) and told him about my woes.
He called and said he was dropping by. I love house calls. So here’s the damage.
Elbow: tendinitis… best thing to do is get a cortisone shot. That’s happening Friday. Not to worry, I’ve had 6 cortisone shots in various places before. This is just the latest joint.
Achilles: probably a partial tear. Nothing to be done about it other than stretching, icing and time. It’s been since March I pointed out. He told me to stretch more and ice more and basically that was that.
Back: ummm … I was too embarrassed to mention that. I’m sure that’s just a pulled muscle.
End Result: I’m too old and should probably just perish.
And yet, I’m going down to Duke tomorrow to move in Daniel. Both Kevin and Keely told me NOT to carry anything. I’m planning on supervising. Of course, if you never hear from me again it means I did too much and died.