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zeborahSo there was my left wrist being stiff for no readily apparent reason and so I did a few careful stretches for that.
Then my left ankle decided to act up too. My left ankle and I have a history.
My left ankle is the one I sprained in New Caledonia coming out of a doctor's appointment for a checkup for health insurance. I thought it was just a regular twist and was too embarrassed to turn around and walk straight back into the clinic. So I walked downhill to the busstop and once I was in town I walked home rather than wait forever for the next bus. At home (the school I taught and boarded at) I rested it and it got worse so I went to see the school nurse who said it wasn't serious and gave me aspirin and crutches. I assumed this meant it was just twisted and would get better over the next few days. It didn't, so I went back and she repeated it wasn't serious, probably just some bone fragments were in there, but no, an x-ray would be too expensive.
Yeah. So after I'd done boggling I went to my consulate (may have got something in my eye when I saw the flag of my native land) and caught them just as they were going out to lunch. They pointed me to the best place to get an x-ray, which I could have afforded easily even without my travel insurance, and which fortunately found no bone fragments and confirmed it was a sprain.
Anyway, it healed. But some years later in New Zealand I twisted it on uneven ground and after that it's had a tendency to weakness and further twisting. I got some physio and did my exercises and it got better but here it is again, so for the last couple of days I've been trying to do my exercises again, preferably without falling down in the middle of them. Also the muscles on my right foot are a bit stiff, I suspect from overcompensating.
Then yester evening my left wrist came more to the forefront of my attention and it slowly dawned on me, with the increasing pain, that it's not stiff, it's RSI. Aka OOS. Aka, in New Zealand, GPI (gradual process injury) or, the latest acronym, DPI (discomfort/pain/injury). Some department likes renaming things. A lot.
(Yes, I'm being careful as I type this. Alternating two-handed with right-handed, and lots of breaks and stretches too because the right hand feels like it's not far behind.)
So I've just phoned Dad that I won't be doing the almond icing on the Christmas cake this year, though royal icing should be okay mostly-one-handed I think. And phoned a couple of church people that I won't be playing violin in orchestra tomorrow.
Kinda dreading the bureaucracy when I get back to work Monday.
Can't for the life of me figure out what I've been doing recently that I haven't done a heck of a lot more of months ago. Our ergonomic set-up is currently crap (we've been stuffed in a corner during renovations) but I haven't exactly been wedded to my desk, or to anything else. No heavy booklifting recently. You know, I've had the training; it doesn't mean I never do silly things, but it means I know when I'm doing silly things. And I can't think of any silly things I've been doing recently.
Le sigh. Oh well, in the meantime I'll do non-discomfort/pain/injury things. Which, sigh, may mean less typing for a while.
Then my left ankle decided to act up too. My left ankle and I have a history.
My left ankle is the one I sprained in New Caledonia coming out of a doctor's appointment for a checkup for health insurance. I thought it was just a regular twist and was too embarrassed to turn around and walk straight back into the clinic. So I walked downhill to the busstop and once I was in town I walked home rather than wait forever for the next bus. At home (the school I taught and boarded at) I rested it and it got worse so I went to see the school nurse who said it wasn't serious and gave me aspirin and crutches. I assumed this meant it was just twisted and would get better over the next few days. It didn't, so I went back and she repeated it wasn't serious, probably just some bone fragments were in there, but no, an x-ray would be too expensive.
Yeah. So after I'd done boggling I went to my consulate (may have got something in my eye when I saw the flag of my native land) and caught them just as they were going out to lunch. They pointed me to the best place to get an x-ray, which I could have afforded easily even without my travel insurance, and which fortunately found no bone fragments and confirmed it was a sprain.
Anyway, it healed. But some years later in New Zealand I twisted it on uneven ground and after that it's had a tendency to weakness and further twisting. I got some physio and did my exercises and it got better but here it is again, so for the last couple of days I've been trying to do my exercises again, preferably without falling down in the middle of them. Also the muscles on my right foot are a bit stiff, I suspect from overcompensating.
Then yester evening my left wrist came more to the forefront of my attention and it slowly dawned on me, with the increasing pain, that it's not stiff, it's RSI. Aka OOS. Aka, in New Zealand, GPI (gradual process injury) or, the latest acronym, DPI (discomfort/pain/injury). Some department likes renaming things. A lot.
(Yes, I'm being careful as I type this. Alternating two-handed with right-handed, and lots of breaks and stretches too because the right hand feels like it's not far behind.)
So I've just phoned Dad that I won't be doing the almond icing on the Christmas cake this year, though royal icing should be okay mostly-one-handed I think. And phoned a couple of church people that I won't be playing violin in orchestra tomorrow.
Kinda dreading the bureaucracy when I get back to work Monday.
Can't for the life of me figure out what I've been doing recently that I haven't done a heck of a lot more of months ago. Our ergonomic set-up is currently crap (we've been stuffed in a corner during renovations) but I haven't exactly been wedded to my desk, or to anything else. No heavy booklifting recently. You know, I've had the training; it doesn't mean I never do silly things, but it means I know when I'm doing silly things. And I can't think of any silly things I've been doing recently.
Le sigh. Oh well, in the meantime I'll do non-discomfort/pain/injury things. Which, sigh, may mean less typing for a while.
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Date: 2010-12-17 11:18 pm (UTC)