hypermobility! ... ?
I had my first physical therapy session today. Smeg and I were 15 minutes late because it was 1 PM when we left the house, and it was right near our usual clinic, but we couldn't find the building. Turns out it was held in the top floor of a bank. The hell? Whatever.
My physical therapist's name is Jacque (thankfully she spells it differently than my psychotherapy counselor does so no one will get too confused) and she was a very nice lady. She had me describe what was going on and when it started (and asked me to spell 'mosh') and then started moving my legs around and examining how my knees worked.
I was seated on the edge of the bed and she had me straighten my legs out for her and suddenly went, "WHOA." When my doctor said I had 'loose knees,' what he meant was that I have hypermobile joints/am double-jointed. I had no idea. But my range of motion in my ligaments is such that, if I don't control it and avoid flexing them as far as they can actually go, I will be susceptible to injury later in life. She had me stretch out my arms for her and saw it in my elbows, too. Good times!
So we did a lot of tests of my strength - I have EXTREMELY weak leg muscles, just to go along with the pwn3d knee. She was surprised I didn't feel pain in my right knee, too, because it's so weak. She's going to help me strengthen both legs and I have to do a series of goofy leg exercises every day to build up strength. Then she used infrared radiation - 'cold laser' - on my injured knee to help blood circulation and it's supposed to hurt less afterwards.
It's a good thing people are catching all this stupid shit that's wrong with me, but it's starting to get frustrating. My body can't do ANYTHING right - it's no good at digesting, breathing, seeing, stretching, exercising, moving, menstruating, etc. etc.
Of course, my lazy ass comes home from that and crashes until an hour ago. I don't know what is with this fatigue crap. Last night, I found this elimination diet online that you can do to see if you have a food sensitivity, like gluten or fructose or something. It's a pretty strict diet, but I'd be guaranteed to lose some weight and figure out what I can and cannot eat if I went on it. I was going to start it tomorrow, but Smeg said I should wait until after I see the endocrinologist, as making huge changes in my diet is going to screw with my blood tests and hormones and shit. So if nothing is figured out in the next few months, I'll try this diet in January. It's been lovingly rechristened The Sardines and Sea Salt Diet by the Scones, due to the really weird foods on it. Good old fucked-up Dr. Elmer. Whoever the hell he is.
Mom has her carpal tunnel surgery tomorrow. *shudders in empathy* I hope it goes well for her!!
My room is a disaster - there's a huge pile of too-small clothes waiting for me to put them in this vacuum spacebag. And yarn and papers all over everywhere. I really want to rake and vacuum my carpet, but someone's always asleep when I think to do it. Hopefully I'll get it straightened up tomorrow, because having a mess in here makes me neurotic as hell. I should probably dust while I'm at it.
I've got a few homework assignments I need to complete:
- Write critique of Man Of La Mancha for theatre
- Get missed astronomy notes off Blackboard
- Write analyses for two poems for oral interpretation of literature (I chose "Next" by Jacques Brel/Gavin Friday (I'm using Gavin's version of the words and "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll because I already know it by heart and I've wanted to perform it for people for years)
- Complete Native American literature study guide
Oh! Over the weekend, I found a $20 black polyester dress that will suit my Ana Matronic costume just fine! w00t. I just need a bunch of bright plastic bangles and some semi-permanent red hair dye and some stockings. I'm going to wear the Boots Of Pain, so I may invest in some padding for the toes, too.
That's it in my world. A little knitting going on, not much in the way of writing. It disappoints me, but nothing's coming and I hate forcing it. :\
J.
My physical therapist's name is Jacque (thankfully she spells it differently than my psychotherapy counselor does so no one will get too confused) and she was a very nice lady. She had me describe what was going on and when it started (and asked me to spell 'mosh') and then started moving my legs around and examining how my knees worked.
I was seated on the edge of the bed and she had me straighten my legs out for her and suddenly went, "WHOA." When my doctor said I had 'loose knees,' what he meant was that I have hypermobile joints/am double-jointed. I had no idea. But my range of motion in my ligaments is such that, if I don't control it and avoid flexing them as far as they can actually go, I will be susceptible to injury later in life. She had me stretch out my arms for her and saw it in my elbows, too. Good times!
So we did a lot of tests of my strength - I have EXTREMELY weak leg muscles, just to go along with the pwn3d knee. She was surprised I didn't feel pain in my right knee, too, because it's so weak. She's going to help me strengthen both legs and I have to do a series of goofy leg exercises every day to build up strength. Then she used infrared radiation - 'cold laser' - on my injured knee to help blood circulation and it's supposed to hurt less afterwards.
It's a good thing people are catching all this stupid shit that's wrong with me, but it's starting to get frustrating. My body can't do ANYTHING right - it's no good at digesting, breathing, seeing, stretching, exercising, moving, menstruating, etc. etc.
Of course, my lazy ass comes home from that and crashes until an hour ago. I don't know what is with this fatigue crap. Last night, I found this elimination diet online that you can do to see if you have a food sensitivity, like gluten or fructose or something. It's a pretty strict diet, but I'd be guaranteed to lose some weight and figure out what I can and cannot eat if I went on it. I was going to start it tomorrow, but Smeg said I should wait until after I see the endocrinologist, as making huge changes in my diet is going to screw with my blood tests and hormones and shit. So if nothing is figured out in the next few months, I'll try this diet in January. It's been lovingly rechristened The Sardines and Sea Salt Diet by the Scones, due to the really weird foods on it. Good old fucked-up Dr. Elmer. Whoever the hell he is.
Mom has her carpal tunnel surgery tomorrow. *shudders in empathy* I hope it goes well for her!!
My room is a disaster - there's a huge pile of too-small clothes waiting for me to put them in this vacuum spacebag. And yarn and papers all over everywhere. I really want to rake and vacuum my carpet, but someone's always asleep when I think to do it. Hopefully I'll get it straightened up tomorrow, because having a mess in here makes me neurotic as hell. I should probably dust while I'm at it.
I've got a few homework assignments I need to complete:
- Write critique of Man Of La Mancha for theatre
- Get missed astronomy notes off Blackboard
- Write analyses for two poems for oral interpretation of literature (I chose "Next" by Jacques Brel/Gavin Friday (I'm using Gavin's version of the words and "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll because I already know it by heart and I've wanted to perform it for people for years)
- Complete Native American literature study guide
Oh! Over the weekend, I found a $20 black polyester dress that will suit my Ana Matronic costume just fine! w00t. I just need a bunch of bright plastic bangles and some semi-permanent red hair dye and some stockings. I'm going to wear the Boots Of Pain, so I may invest in some padding for the toes, too.
That's it in my world. A little knitting going on, not much in the way of writing. It disappoints me, but nothing's coming and I hate forcing it. :\
J.