Physical therapy rules again
No, I haven't been to the physical therapist yet, I'm waiting for my Covered California insurance to kick in. But I decided to do a little research on statin-induced myopathy and I have found a trove of scientific articles written for physical therapists in a journal called Physical Therapy (PTJ). These articles are available in full online. No pay wall, no membership requirement. You only need to know what to search for. This is so different from other things I have tried to search for in the past. Also,at least to a cursory glance, there seem to be more women authors in this journal. More than half, even.
I have no special news to report except that statin damage does seem to be reversible so that the pain and weakness I still have is either not from that (and some of it is definitely from osteoarthritis) or will recede as I exercise more and lose some more weight. I have learned a lot more about the chemistry and genetics of the situation, but it's not stuff I can articulate, since the articles I have been reading are at the edge of what I can follow.
Here is one of the articles I read.
And here is an older one.
On another, tangentially-related front, it appears my old dog needs anti-inflammatories as a regular thing now too. She started them for an apparent muscle injury in her shoulder -- not on the side with the deformed leg -- and after she seemed to have been better for a long time I took her off them. Two days later she developed a limp again and starfted acting sad and tentative too. So I put her back on: a day later and she was racing around, playing with toys, and trying to instigate rough play at the dog park. So I'll be talking to the vet as soon as I can and getting that set up as a permanent regime. She'll be twelve in two days, which is getting up there for a 55-pound dog. I think biologically we are about the same age, really.
Further tangent: earlier this week, my father would have been eighty-five. I went to search a picture for you, and google autocorrected my search for Luis Kemnitzer to Luis Camnitzer. It is amusing that there should be another old guy out there with such a similar name, but google should not have autocorrected my search when the name I am searching is my very own last name. Don't tell me google doesn't know who's searching. I wouldn't mind the "did you mean . . ." suggestion, but autocorrect is the opposite of useful. I did send them feedback. So should ytou, everytime google autocorrects. It's the only possible way to get them to stop it.
Well, here's my father and my stepmother a long time ago, when they posed for the "hotties of harm reduction" calendar. It's in Jim Haber's photostream, and he has all rights reserved, which I believe is a bit odd considering everything.
I have no special news to report except that statin damage does seem to be reversible so that the pain and weakness I still have is either not from that (and some of it is definitely from osteoarthritis) or will recede as I exercise more and lose some more weight. I have learned a lot more about the chemistry and genetics of the situation, but it's not stuff I can articulate, since the articles I have been reading are at the edge of what I can follow.
Here is one of the articles I read.
And here is an older one.
On another, tangentially-related front, it appears my old dog needs anti-inflammatories as a regular thing now too. She started them for an apparent muscle injury in her shoulder -- not on the side with the deformed leg -- and after she seemed to have been better for a long time I took her off them. Two days later she developed a limp again and starfted acting sad and tentative too. So I put her back on: a day later and she was racing around, playing with toys, and trying to instigate rough play at the dog park. So I'll be talking to the vet as soon as I can and getting that set up as a permanent regime. She'll be twelve in two days, which is getting up there for a 55-pound dog. I think biologically we are about the same age, really.
Further tangent: earlier this week, my father would have been eighty-five. I went to search a picture for you, and google autocorrected my search for Luis Kemnitzer to Luis Camnitzer. It is amusing that there should be another old guy out there with such a similar name, but google should not have autocorrected my search when the name I am searching is my very own last name. Don't tell me google doesn't know who's searching. I wouldn't mind the "did you mean . . ." suggestion, but autocorrect is the opposite of useful. I did send them feedback. So should ytou, everytime google autocorrects. It's the only possible way to get them to stop it.
Well, here's my father and my stepmother a long time ago, when they posed for the "hotties of harm reduction" calendar. It's in Jim Haber's photostream, and he has all rights reserved, which I believe is a bit odd considering everything.