It seems a lot of people have them. But some of us have more dumb injury stories than others. My most drastic (to date) was the injury I got last summer. I was trying extra hard to reach an itch on my back. Extra hard. Then suddenly I felt/heard a pop in my shoulder. Instinctively I grabbed at my shoulder and pushed to see if I'd dislocated it. Nope. I was so relieved. The next day it ached a little, kind of like a pulled muscle. Then the next day it hurt a little more. By the time I went to see a doctor a week later (after hauling furniture outside for a garage sale and regularly swimming laps at the pool) I couldn't even use that arm. The tendon was torn. That graceful incident took three months to "heal". I'm still working on regaining strength in that arm.
Well, this week I fell down our basement stairs. Luckily I had my hand on the banister and was able to catch myself before I went more than five stairs down. Fortunately it wasn't my right arm that born the brunt of the fall. I caught all my weight by hanging on with my left hand. I ached that day, but not much.
Guess what? It hurt more the next day and more the day after that. And now I'm noticing all those same symptoms from before (I hate the fact that I know what a torn tendon feels like). My range of motion has decreased, applying pressure with that arm hurts. But I'm not going to the doctor yet. After all, what are the chances of tearing a tendon in the other shoulder less than a year later?
Am I in denial? I don't know. I do know that I wish I could have more glamorous stories to tell about my injuries. Like I got hurt while skiing or sky diving. Or maybe I slammed into the catcher while sliding into home to win the game. Only one problem: I don't ski, sky dive or play softball. Do you think maybe if I lived a little more recklessly I'd be more fortunate?
Friday, March 16, 2007
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(shaking head) Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I hope you get that checked out soon! My dad once sneezed while tying his shoe and put himself in traction. I'm pretty sure he wished he had a crazy story of adventure to tell for that one too...my injuries seem to revolve around getting burned - being impatient to eat something and burning my mouth, moving something I just pulled from the oven without potholder...highly intelligent things like that.
Well, no, honestly, I think you should stick to backs and stairs. Skis could be a notch too high.
Craver-I know, I'm a clutz.
Spaghettipie-Thanks for your admonition. I'm looking for an appointment next week. I get burned often too (I'm highly distracted).
LL-Funny you should say stick to stairs. When I was about three I looked at the long flight of stairs to our basement as one big hill. Thankfully it registered in my dad's brain what I meant by "L-- ride bike down steps" so that he could get to the stairs before I hit the bottom.
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