Immobilising my shoulder is currently just making the pain worse when I do move it :-( And it's not just the shoulder - moving my rib cage (by breathing) also becomes incredibly painful. I'm think that I'll try making a pillow nest tonight to support me in a more comfortable position for shoulder and breathing (which is the biggest issue) and see how that does. It could make things worse when I try to get up in the morning if I've moved around less, but having some sleep has got to be worth it. I'll be happy with sleeping an hour at a time, waking myself up when I move and being able to find a comfy enough position to go back to sleep quickly right now.
I totally believe netball as one of the most dangerous sports out there. Despite my joint issues, I was always forced to play it. When I wasn't being hit in the face with the ball, resulting in black eyes and broken glasses (and I wish we'd know that I had dyspraxia then!), I'd sprain ankles, dislocate knees and sprain wrists. Sometimes I did two or more of those all at once! Somehow I never managed to dislocate a shoulder :-)
Shit. :-( With a dislocated shoulder, I'm not surprised. :-( Can't the doctor give you an injection into the joint?
Bloody hell! We should get hopelessly drunk one day and discuss horrible school years. I was the one who'd hit the floor, get up and keep playing like nothing was wrong with bleeding gashes on knees, elbows and jaw. The only bone I've broken is my skull... And I didn't know a thing about that until 6 years later. *cringe* I'm armour-plated, seriously. I fell out of an action movie and into RL - everything's a 'flesh wound'.
I'm starting to wonder whether it's a dislocated shoulder blade or not - I don't know what else it would be. I am sure that something is happening to trap nerves and torture muscles in and around my shoulder blade and ribs, but I suspect that an X-ray is needed to establish which joint/bone has decided to leave it's assigned place. Blech. And all the research indicates that injecting stuff into the joints of people like me, um, isn't a good idea. Damn.
Just for added funness, people like me have odd reactions to local anesthetic that usually mean it doesn't work. Yay. Apparently the best way to tell whether pain in the shoulder blade area is from neck or shoulder is to inject a local and see whether the pain stops. Stops = shoulder. Not stop = neck. Me = local anasthetic might as well be saline for all the good it does.
I'm still voting for shoulder blade hi-jinks. Because surely it would hurt to move my head a hell of a lot more if it was the neck. Right? And breathing would be comfortable if it was the neck?
We definitely need to get pissed as rats and compare school notes :-) I could get injured from doing absolutely nothing and it either terrified the teachers or made them even more determined that I'd learn how to do their favourite sport. They'd get completely puzzled about how I could possibly dislocate *that* when I was just sitting innocently in a classroom and the school nurses got far more bandage practise than I'm sure they ever wanted.
So far, I've had at least 40 assorted sprains and dislocations. And thanks to my clumbsiness there are also five broken toes to my name.
Plus there was the broken wrist that I misdiagnosed as a sprain for three months...
I was a grown-up and finally able to say yay or nay to an A&E visit. I said nay. Um, remind me not to do that again?
Put the two of us together and you might get a normal reaction to injury! Or you could be my death-defying ninja while I plot word domination from the secret lair entirely constructed from nice soft cushions :-)
*winces* Dude, if I had your trouble I'd forget the drugs and drink myself sane.
I'd say yes on your self-diag. Neck and you'd have difficulty swallowing. Shoulder BLADE (my mum kept putting the top joint out which would pop the blade in and out and leave her with a very weird shoulder - she looked like she'd been dancing to Thriller too hard) - that'd give you breathing trouble. Feel like you've been hit in the back with a bag of masonry?
Depending on how I go - I may do a World Tour so the pissed-as-rats thing could become a reality. X-D I was stuck in the position of too-tall-fat-kid so the teachers loved making me 'try' and do gymnastics and cross-country... Then ran in fear when they found out the sports I was good at were the violent ones: netball, hockey, even badminton I managed to turn into human carnage. Trampolining was the shocker. I was 1) quite good at it and took the county champ to the wire, 2) I didn't LIKE falling, but when I did I'd pick myself off the ground and get back on like nothing had happened.
When it comes to sport & theatre sustained injuries, I take 'em and just keep going. Period cramps? I NEED an ambulance! And serfs! And handsome men to tend to my hot water bottley whims! And medicinal chocolate! Cut my arm off in an unfortunate incident with a sharpened shuttlecock? Meh. *shrugs lopsidedly* I'll live.
Basically, I was the kid other kids would try to chinese burn into submission and they'd end up in the nurse's office with scorched hands.
You mean be Gisborne to your Sheriff? *produces long BLACK leather coat and collection of eyeliner* I could do that. I scowl quite well. :-D
Feel like you've been hit in the back with a bag of masonry?
Woo, yes. And then someone stuck a great big knife under my shoulder blade with evil tentacles that reach round the ribs.
Please, god, do not let me sneeze again. Not fun.
I'd say yes on your self-diag
I'm extremely good at it :-) Now I just have to persuade doctor of same. "I'm right to think I need to see the rheumy? And do my shoulder physio? And can I have 10mg of amitriptyline for night-time zonkiness? Kthxbie."
I'm the polar opposide from you :) The girl who injures herself without trying and doesn't get to ignore it. Ambulance! X-rays! Minions!
Cramps tearing out my innards? Meh. I'll be over here trying to do some work, kay? Just don't get between me and the bathroom door for the next three days. Or between me and the really good, 85% cocoa Lindt dark chocolate.
I was the kid the other kids didn't dare touch in case they did something to me and got into trouble :-) And I *still* ended up in the nurse's office being told "but you caaaaan't do that without traumatic incident". I'm sorry, I have, tough poo poo. Now are you going to help me put my knee back or do I have to visit the A&E for the second time this month?
I may do a World Tour so the pissed-as-rats thing could become a reality
*ggg* I have tons of space and two exceedingly bad cats to play with. And, er, minimal vacation time :-( Damn Canadian vacation policies.
You mean be Gisborne to your Sheriff?
*produces silky black PJs and rakish evil smile* I can do that :-) I lounge well.
I'd try to be Blofeld, but my cats don't sit still long enough to do the intimidating stroking of cats while threatening with piranah tanks. Kate would find her Blue Snake and want to play fetch (there is canine DNA in that animal's history) and Annie would want to cuddle whoever we were torturing.
I'm avoiding drink altogether until after Thursday. Then I'm picking a vodka and getting fucking HAMMERED. (I have one rule - never EVER drink to dull the emo. I did it ONCE and it put me off sherry for life.)
Woo, yes. And then someone stuck a great big knife under my shoulder blade with evil tentacles that reach round the ribs.
It's your shoulder blade. You've probably bruised the underside of the muscle with the dislocation. I don't know if it'll help or if you've tried it already, but try breathing from your diaphragm. It's on a different band of muscle and forces air upwards so you don't have to take deep breaths and expand your chest cavity too far. If nothing else, it might take some of the ache out of breathing by taking long, shallow breaths and letting your stomach muscle do the propulsion instead of your lungs.
I hope you can convince the doc. 'Cause the only other thing I'm qualified to suggest is a short course of Bertholt Brecht and three members of the RSC taken nightly (until they're fed up of it).
We are the real-life Unbreakable! Which is ok for you 'cause you get to be Samuel L. Motherfucking Jackson... I get to be the sad bald guy who used to be cool. :-\ I don't know what's worse, that or admitting that your life's been scripted by M. Night Shyamalan? O.o
Oh I am a WHINY BITCH when the cramps get to me. I marry my beanbag and do the Dying Swan in a haze of pathetic uselessness. *weeps* Any other time of the month I could be shot in the arm with a .44 Magnum and wouldn't feel a thing. Bleedy Teim? I can't tweeze my eyebrows without sobbing like a bitch at the PAIN!
I was the kid that the other school's team would knock to the floor and trample on while they laughed and laughed and... I'd get up. They stopped laughing and started looking for the telltale Cyborg red-eye.
*ggg* I have tons of space and two exceedingly bad cats to play with. And, er, minimal vacation time :-( Damn Canadian vacation policies.
:-D Don't worry I will only pop over when you've got some that isn't booked for family & conventions. *salutes* 'Cause I really do think we should get blasted to crackfic levels and encourage each other to commit weirdness.
*hands you sticky gemstones for your teeth* I do the henchperson thing quite well. Criminal mastermind is where I've got problems. I might (IF I succeed) get one of those tacky-tacky housenames and bolt it to the wall outside and it will bear the legend: 'Hollowed out Volcano'
Well, I'm down to 'uncomfortable with spikes of burning pokers', which is a definite improvement today :-) And I had a few hours of sleep last night due to the reduced discomfort levels. Hooray!
Er, except this might make it harder to plead my case with the doc. Although I will point out that whatever the heck happened has now happened twice in less than two weeks and isn't entirely healing up afterwards. I'm sure that a lot of it is residual muscle bruising and nerve bruising, but even I don't normally dislodge the same joint twice in eight days!
We are the real-life Unbreakable!
*gggg*
The funny thing is that, in addition to my fun bendy joint syndrome, two of my uncles have the actual thing that Samuel L. Jackson is supposed to have. Somehow, they've failed to turn into sociopaths.
Nope, I got nothing to go with that one.
I am a suffering in silence gal with the cramps. At first this was because I thought everyone felt like this - apparently not. And then I figured that I'd been doing this for years, why make a fuss? And then I couldn't get out of bed for school one day, confessed all to Mum who marched me down to the doc's pronto.
Turns out it's also not usual to have suicidal levels of depression in the days leading up to it all either. Who knew? Now I have artificial hormones that make me non-suicidal and able to leave my bed. Yay for artificial hormones!
I was the kid who could do freaky things with her elbows and knees and everyone knew that I was the weak point in every defence. Last on every team, except for uni-hoc, oddly. I was a demon goalie at that. It was a game where people looked the other way when I hit nasty girls with sticks! And I could score against the other team from my spot in goal! Er, that might not have been legal :-) Mostly I just liked the bit where I could hit people with sticks and get praised for it :-)
Don't worry I will only pop over when you've got some that isn't booked for family & conventions. *salutes*
Hooray!! So, er, 2011 then?
Heh :-)
Can I have purple gemstones? Please? I can do criminal mastermind so much better when give the chance to be purple and sparkly in expensive black silk PJs :-)
Oh, god, if you do get that sign then you need to photograph it :-) Because I would *love* to see it. People just aren't lairing up in improbably hollowed out volcanoes enough anymore. That last Bond was almost plausible!
I totally believe netball as one of the most dangerous sports out there. Despite my joint issues, I was always forced to play it. When I wasn't being hit in the face with the ball, resulting in black eyes and broken glasses (and I wish we'd know that I had dyspraxia then!), I'd sprain ankles, dislocate knees and sprain wrists. Sometimes I did two or more of those all at once! Somehow I never managed to dislocate a shoulder :-)
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Bloody hell! We should get hopelessly drunk one day and discuss horrible school years. I was the one who'd hit the floor, get up and keep playing like nothing was wrong with bleeding gashes on knees, elbows and jaw. The only bone I've broken is my skull... And I didn't know a thing about that until 6 years later. *cringe* I'm armour-plated, seriously. I fell out of an action movie and into RL - everything's a 'flesh wound'.
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Just for added funness, people like me have odd reactions to local anesthetic that usually mean it doesn't work. Yay. Apparently the best way to tell whether pain in the shoulder blade area is from neck or shoulder is to inject a local and see whether the pain stops. Stops = shoulder. Not stop = neck. Me = local anasthetic might as well be saline for all the good it does.
I'm still voting for shoulder blade hi-jinks. Because surely it would hurt to move my head a hell of a lot more if it was the neck. Right? And breathing would be comfortable if it was the neck?
We definitely need to get pissed as rats and compare school notes :-) I could get injured from doing absolutely nothing and it either terrified the teachers or made them even more determined that I'd learn how to do their favourite sport. They'd get completely puzzled about how I could possibly dislocate *that* when I was just sitting innocently in a classroom and the school nurses got far more bandage practise than I'm sure they ever wanted.
So far, I've had at least 40 assorted sprains and dislocations. And thanks to my clumbsiness there are also five broken toes to my name.
Plus there was the broken wrist that I misdiagnosed as a sprain for three months...
I was a grown-up and finally able to say yay or nay to an A&E visit. I said nay. Um, remind me not to do that again?
Put the two of us together and you might get a normal reaction to injury! Or you could be my death-defying ninja while I plot word domination from the secret lair entirely constructed from nice soft cushions :-)
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I'd say yes on your self-diag. Neck and you'd have difficulty swallowing. Shoulder BLADE (my mum kept putting the top joint out which would pop the blade in and out and leave her with a very weird shoulder - she looked like she'd been dancing to Thriller too hard) - that'd give you breathing trouble. Feel like you've been hit in the back with a bag of masonry?
Depending on how I go - I may do a World Tour so the pissed-as-rats thing could become a reality. X-D I was stuck in the position of too-tall-fat-kid so the teachers loved making me 'try' and do gymnastics and cross-country... Then ran in fear when they found out the sports I was good at were the violent ones: netball, hockey, even badminton I managed to turn into human carnage. Trampolining was the shocker. I was 1) quite good at it and took the county champ to the wire, 2) I didn't LIKE falling, but when I did I'd pick myself off the ground and get back on like nothing had happened.
When it comes to sport & theatre sustained injuries, I take 'em and just keep going. Period cramps? I NEED an ambulance! And serfs! And handsome men to tend to my hot water bottley whims! And medicinal chocolate! Cut my arm off in an unfortunate incident with a sharpened shuttlecock? Meh. *shrugs lopsidedly* I'll live.
Basically, I was the kid other kids would try to chinese burn into submission and they'd end up in the nurse's office with scorched hands.
You mean be Gisborne to your Sheriff? *produces long BLACK leather coat and collection of eyeliner* I could do that. I scowl quite well. :-D
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*hides bottles of wine*
*and cans of pear cider*
I'd never do that! :-)
Feel like you've been hit in the back with a bag of masonry?
Woo, yes. And then someone stuck a great big knife under my shoulder blade with evil tentacles that reach round the ribs.
Please, god, do not let me sneeze again. Not fun.
I'd say yes on your self-diag
I'm extremely good at it :-) Now I just have to persuade doctor of same. "I'm right to think I need to see the rheumy? And do my shoulder physio? And can I have 10mg of amitriptyline for night-time zonkiness? Kthxbie."
I'm the polar opposide from you :) The girl who injures herself without trying and doesn't get to ignore it. Ambulance! X-rays! Minions!
Cramps tearing out my innards? Meh. I'll be over here trying to do some work, kay? Just don't get between me and the bathroom door for the next three days. Or between me and the really good, 85% cocoa Lindt dark chocolate.
I was the kid the other kids didn't dare touch in case they did something to me and got into trouble :-) And I *still* ended up in the nurse's office being told "but you caaaaan't do that without traumatic incident". I'm sorry, I have, tough poo poo. Now are you going to help me put my knee back or do I have to visit the A&E for the second time this month?
I may do a World Tour so the pissed-as-rats thing could become a reality
*ggg* I have tons of space and two exceedingly bad cats to play with. And, er, minimal vacation time :-( Damn Canadian vacation policies.
You mean be Gisborne to your Sheriff?
*produces silky black PJs and rakish evil smile* I can do that :-) I lounge well.
I'd try to be Blofeld, but my cats don't sit still long enough to do the intimidating stroking of cats while threatening with piranah tanks. Kate would find her Blue Snake and want to play fetch (there is canine DNA in that animal's history) and Annie would want to cuddle whoever we were torturing.
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Woo, yes. And then someone stuck a great big knife under my shoulder blade with evil tentacles that reach round the ribs.
It's your shoulder blade. You've probably bruised the underside of the muscle with the dislocation. I don't know if it'll help or if you've tried it already, but try breathing from your diaphragm. It's on a different band of muscle and forces air upwards so you don't have to take deep breaths and expand your chest cavity too far. If nothing else, it might take some of the ache out of breathing by taking long, shallow breaths and letting your stomach muscle do the propulsion instead of your lungs.
I hope you can convince the doc. 'Cause the only other thing I'm qualified to suggest is a short course of Bertholt Brecht and three members of the RSC taken nightly (until they're fed up of it).
We are the real-life Unbreakable! Which is ok for you 'cause you get to be Samuel L. Motherfucking Jackson... I get to be the sad bald guy who used to be cool. :-\ I don't know what's worse, that or admitting that your life's been scripted by M. Night Shyamalan? O.o
Oh I am a WHINY BITCH when the cramps get to me. I marry my beanbag and do the Dying Swan in a haze of pathetic uselessness. *weeps* Any other time of the month I could be shot in the arm with a .44 Magnum and wouldn't feel a thing. Bleedy Teim? I can't tweeze my eyebrows without sobbing like a bitch at the PAIN!
I was the kid that the other school's team would knock to the floor and trample on while they laughed and laughed and... I'd get up. They stopped laughing and started looking for the telltale Cyborg red-eye.
*ggg* I have tons of space and two exceedingly bad cats to play with. And, er, minimal vacation time :-( Damn Canadian vacation policies.
:-D Don't worry I will only pop over when you've got some that isn't booked for family & conventions. *salutes* 'Cause I really do think we should get blasted to crackfic levels and encourage each other to commit weirdness.
*hands you sticky gemstones for your teeth* I do the henchperson thing quite well. Criminal mastermind is where I've got problems. I might (IF I succeed) get one of those tacky-tacky housenames and bolt it to the wall outside and it will bear the legend: 'Hollowed out Volcano'
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Well, I'm down to 'uncomfortable with spikes of burning pokers', which is a definite improvement today :-) And I had a few hours of sleep last night due to the reduced discomfort levels. Hooray!
Er, except this might make it harder to plead my case with the doc. Although I will point out that whatever the heck happened has now happened twice in less than two weeks and isn't entirely healing up afterwards. I'm sure that a lot of it is residual muscle bruising and nerve bruising, but even I don't normally dislodge the same joint twice in eight days!
We are the real-life Unbreakable!
*gggg*
The funny thing is that, in addition to my fun bendy joint syndrome, two of my uncles have the actual thing that Samuel L. Jackson is supposed to have. Somehow, they've failed to turn into sociopaths.
Nope, I got nothing to go with that one.
I am a suffering in silence gal with the cramps. At first this was because I thought everyone felt like this - apparently not. And then I figured that I'd been doing this for years, why make a fuss? And then I couldn't get out of bed for school one day, confessed all to Mum who marched me down to the doc's pronto.
Turns out it's also not usual to have suicidal levels of depression in the days leading up to it all either. Who knew? Now I have artificial hormones that make me non-suicidal and able to leave my bed. Yay for artificial hormones!
I was the kid who could do freaky things with her elbows and knees and everyone knew that I was the weak point in every defence. Last on every team, except for uni-hoc, oddly. I was a demon goalie at that. It was a game where people looked the other way when I hit nasty girls with sticks! And I could score against the other team from my spot in goal! Er, that might not have been legal :-) Mostly I just liked the bit where I could hit people with sticks and get praised for it :-)
Don't worry I will only pop over when you've got some that isn't booked for family & conventions. *salutes*
Hooray!! So, er, 2011 then?
Heh :-)
Can I have purple gemstones? Please? I can do criminal mastermind so much better when give the chance to be purple and sparkly in expensive black silk PJs :-)
Oh, god, if you do get that sign then you need to photograph it :-) Because I would *love* to see it. People just aren't lairing up in improbably hollowed out volcanoes enough anymore. That last Bond was almost plausible!
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