Ow. Ow. Ow.
Oh, ow. I'm in so much pain. Here's the story:
I was walking to work on Monday from Spadina Station. The walk was treacherous but I was doing ok. The slush from the weekend had frozen in a giant bumpy ice rink. But I was doing well. A block away from the library I went to cross the road and down I went.
I fell backwards, my feet slipping out from under me. I tried to break my fall with my hands. I must have fallen a bit to the right, because my right side took the pain. I fell so far back that if I hadn't been wearing my backpack I think my head would have hit the ice.
After cursing roundly (and totally doing away with my resolution to stop swearing) I got up and shuffled my way into work.
I ended up immediately with a sore butt, a sore lower back, a sore knee (the one I messed up last year), and a sore arm. As the day wore on I started to suspect that I had bruised my butt (yay!) but they hadn't surfaced yet. My wrist was really hurting me, and I thought maybe the fall had triggered my tendinitis, or something. I told my friends that I'd see a doctor the next day (Tuesday) if it still hurt.
It hurt even more on Tuesday. My wrist, my hand (mostly the pinky side), and my shoulder. I figured my shoulder hurt because I was compensating for the wrist.
So, I went to the walk-in clinic. The doctor took a look. He made me move my wrist and shoulder in different (painful) ways. He poked and prodded, and yeow, it really really hurt. I was in tears!
He gave me a prescription for some anti-inflammatory pills and told me to go get an x-ray across the street. When I got to the x-ray place they were closing. So I took Wednesday off of work and went for the x-ray first thing Wednesday morning.
The x-ray was made up of holding my arm in various painful positions while the technician ran behind a little wall and all I had to protect me from the radiation was a tiny lead apron, presumably protecting my non-functional reproductive organs. This was after being asked at least 6 times if I was pregnant (and was I *sure*).
I went to work on Thursday because I'm a big fan of paying my bills on time, but I was still in agony. I went to the walk-in after work on Thursday because the doc on Tuesday said that I should if it still hurt in a couple of days. I saw a different doc this time. She had me do a few other things the first doc didn't; she was testing the extent of my movement and strength, etc. It really hurt and I was crying again. She told me that the x-ray came back normal, but that it's a regular thing for the x-ray to miss things. She said that I could take Tylenol to supplement the prescription and said to come back if it still hurt in a week (A WEEK??!?!?!?!).
Friday at work was more agony.
I went to visit my folks on Friday night because they have the good drugs (Tylenol 3's!). More agony. The train broke down in Oakville and we had to get out and wait for the next one. While boarding the next one I was rammed in the shoulder by another passenger who was in a needless hurry.
Saturday was more agony. The Tylenol 3 I took before bed wore off around 4am.
Today (Sunday) has been more agony. I was going ok this morning because I hadn't moved much yet. The drive back to Toronto nearly did me in, though, and it's been hurting massively ever since I got home. The drugs do little or nothing.
I just hurt. A lot. And I'm *bored*. I can't type as fast as I'd like, and the only other thing I can do is watch TV. *sigh*
So, there's the story. Tomorrow I'm going to bf-Chris' house and we're going to watch a movie and hopefully not move a whole lot. I anticipate more agony. And boredom. Uhg.
I was walking to work on Monday from Spadina Station. The walk was treacherous but I was doing ok. The slush from the weekend had frozen in a giant bumpy ice rink. But I was doing well. A block away from the library I went to cross the road and down I went.
I fell backwards, my feet slipping out from under me. I tried to break my fall with my hands. I must have fallen a bit to the right, because my right side took the pain. I fell so far back that if I hadn't been wearing my backpack I think my head would have hit the ice.
After cursing roundly (and totally doing away with my resolution to stop swearing) I got up and shuffled my way into work.
I ended up immediately with a sore butt, a sore lower back, a sore knee (the one I messed up last year), and a sore arm. As the day wore on I started to suspect that I had bruised my butt (yay!) but they hadn't surfaced yet. My wrist was really hurting me, and I thought maybe the fall had triggered my tendinitis, or something. I told my friends that I'd see a doctor the next day (Tuesday) if it still hurt.
It hurt even more on Tuesday. My wrist, my hand (mostly the pinky side), and my shoulder. I figured my shoulder hurt because I was compensating for the wrist.
So, I went to the walk-in clinic. The doctor took a look. He made me move my wrist and shoulder in different (painful) ways. He poked and prodded, and yeow, it really really hurt. I was in tears!
He gave me a prescription for some anti-inflammatory pills and told me to go get an x-ray across the street. When I got to the x-ray place they were closing. So I took Wednesday off of work and went for the x-ray first thing Wednesday morning.
The x-ray was made up of holding my arm in various painful positions while the technician ran behind a little wall and all I had to protect me from the radiation was a tiny lead apron, presumably protecting my non-functional reproductive organs. This was after being asked at least 6 times if I was pregnant (and was I *sure*).
I went to work on Thursday because I'm a big fan of paying my bills on time, but I was still in agony. I went to the walk-in after work on Thursday because the doc on Tuesday said that I should if it still hurt in a couple of days. I saw a different doc this time. She had me do a few other things the first doc didn't; she was testing the extent of my movement and strength, etc. It really hurt and I was crying again. She told me that the x-ray came back normal, but that it's a regular thing for the x-ray to miss things. She said that I could take Tylenol to supplement the prescription and said to come back if it still hurt in a week (A WEEK??!?!?!?!).
Friday at work was more agony.
I went to visit my folks on Friday night because they have the good drugs (Tylenol 3's!). More agony. The train broke down in Oakville and we had to get out and wait for the next one. While boarding the next one I was rammed in the shoulder by another passenger who was in a needless hurry.
Saturday was more agony. The Tylenol 3 I took before bed wore off around 4am.
Today (Sunday) has been more agony. I was going ok this morning because I hadn't moved much yet. The drive back to Toronto nearly did me in, though, and it's been hurting massively ever since I got home. The drugs do little or nothing.
I just hurt. A lot. And I'm *bored*. I can't type as fast as I'd like, and the only other thing I can do is watch TV. *sigh*
So, there's the story. Tomorrow I'm going to bf-Chris' house and we're going to watch a movie and hopefully not move a whole lot. I anticipate more agony. And boredom. Uhg.