Saturday, February 11, 2012

From the pit of pain

I thought pulling the left Achilles Tendon was painful enough but combined with tearing a back muscle on the right side, it's a whole new world of discomfort interspersed with bouts of ouching in a loud voice. 
I can lie down but I can't sit or bend. Standing is fun unless I move and goddess forbid that I should sneeze.
I did the damage on Tuesday, ignored it.
I went to the residents and family meeting on Wednesday and wheeled Ma's wheelchair, pain ramped up, ignored it.
I went shopping on Thursday and wheeled a trolley when I should have gone straight home to an icepack and bed with lots of painkillers.
Friday is a blur of obsenities and pills. I can't lie on my back or left side, only on the right side and only one way.  It takes 30 minutes for the painkillers to kick in.
The BOH wants to take me to Doc Marvin. The thought of a shower or dressing makes my eyes water so I decide on more painkillers instead.
There is twinging again which is going to lead to another bout of ouching and grouching and more pills.
I can't think how it happened. Raking up the lemons?  Raking up the mess SE water left?
Picking up the pebbles SE water chucked everywhere? Dragging out the bins? Couldn't have been that, the pain stopped me halfway. Bending upside down to unscrew two cupboard doors? That's a good candidate since I couldn't get the last screw out and walloped it with a hammer. BOH comes home and removes the screw in 2 seconds.
Nothing helps. Pain is not my friend, thank you Mr. Myagi. Relaxation exercises helps but requires the body to lie flat on the bed. So today is the first time I've been able to sit at the computer and what happens, I read the comments on the last post between the Bear and Lord Rochester and laugh.
Bloody pain is back again.
Doc Marvin it is.


The Elephant's Child said...

I am so sorry. Pain is never fun. And I never notice how much I use something until it is damaged. Painful sneezes, painful laughter. Cleaning teeth - agony. Dressing? Fine if I am allowed to have a little rest and swear and weep part way through.
Is the wonderful Dr Marvin open on weekends?

Middle Child said...

You are not allowed to laugh or sneeze and heaven forbid do anything at all - am very stiff and very sore myself after my move and then my daughters.. I had terrible trouble putting on my sneakers and so gave up and put on shoes i could just walk into...this too shall pass for us both i hope

River said...

Oh JahTeh, ignoring the first instance of pain was the mistake. Resting and painkillers quickly enough is a far better option. I know exactly how you feel having torn my own back muscles multiple times. Dressing? Forget it. Undressing? slightly easier since things can just be tugged and dropped, then standing under a hot spray helps relax me enough to pull on loose pj's and crawl into bed. Sneezing or coughing? Wait until I can brace myself against the back of the couch. Let's not mention wiping after you-know-what.

Andrew said...

I reckon it was the screwing that did you in. You are at a slightly strange angle and using muscles that you don't normally use. Like how often do you push forward and twist?

Kath Lockett said...

Sorry to hear that, Coppy. I've had hassles with my achilles a lot over recent years, but never had to battle it out with a pulled muscle in the other leg.

Is it wrong of me to laugh at:
"Friday is a blur of obsenities and pills" ? Sounds like a typical day for a Hollywood starlet!

Hope it gets sorted for you soon. Andrew Bolt can have it instead.

JahTeh said...

EC, I was reluctant to even post this knowing how it is for you everyday but a good whinge oftens helps.

MC, one foot is so swollen that shoes are out of the question, just thongs but now the weather is rainy and I need shoes. I'm glad you arrived here before the rain hit the old homestead.

River, dressing isn't too bad but without the bra struggle. And bed is so lovely but would you believe I just had a phone call, staggered to answer it because it's Sunday and it could be mother and it was some damn survey bloke. His hearing might be back in about a week or two.

Andrew, you could be on the button, trouble is I can't kneel down to do anything, it's all from the waist bending or reaching up to impossibly tall shelves. I've only got 3 overhead cupboards in the kitchen and I had to pull everything out so bad stretching.
All kitchens should come with a pantry room and no overhead cupboards.

Kath, that's only a small portion of what I'd like to give that walking sack of poison. Does LoveChunks still email him from Switzerland? I'd like to think he was still annoying him.

The Elephant's Child said...

Of course you should have put this post up. I am a firm believer in 'Give us this day our daily whinge'. Never mind the helping - sometimes it is essential. I hope your pain is starting to ease - though rain and humidity seem to make pains nastier.

R.H. said...

I've just rung Australian Pensioner Funerals.
I'm getting Gerry the Cremation Package.

R.H. said...


Maid Copper
What a shopper
-Ride that bus
Presence plus!
Mother in a Home
Raisin' hell
Chaddy Mall!

-Robert. OAM. (for services to brothel owners)

R.H. said...

Valentine's Day tomorrow.
I hear Rochester sharpening his quill.

R.H. said...

Man does not live by bread alone.

There is cake as well.


R.H. said...

I feel I'm talking to myself.

R.H. said...

Good heavens!- a breakthrough!
I DO talk to myself!

Putting Freud on the couch.

Lord Rochester said...

Streets full of fools
And not enough dogs.
Net crammed with rules
And too many blogs.

The world is crap.

Too many ladies
Feminist crazies
Cockeyed Zen
Effeminate men.

But hark!-
(It seems)
Art and dreams,
One be fine
As a Valentine.
Jahteh sweet pea

It is thee.


JahTeh said...

Oh swoon, my poet Rochester.

Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, answering yourself is the second.