hand eye crafts

Today, I have been SO uncomfortable.  Weird, I know.  My arm feels like it's cramping.  Constantly.  It's making me fidgety.

When your rotator cuff is the problem, of course the forearm is where you need the lidocaine patch today. The top of my hand isn't bruised, by the way.  That's a combination of veins and poor lighting. An upside to having all the headaches I do means there's a bunch of pain relievers in the kitchen medicine cabinet.  Not that any of them have proved to be effective.  Then I realized that one of the most super-effective panaceas of them all was in my refrigerator. I may occasionally take more than the prescribed/recommended dose...

I'm working with a doctor at Athens Orthopedic Clinic, or "AOC" stands in stark contrast to Fox News blaring from the TV in the waiting room. Then, in the exam room, this: Now, what caught my attention first was the golf swing analysis.  That just seems like something you can have done at a pro shop or a sporting goods store or a driving range. Next, "Dry Needling."  I suspect any knitter is going to see the word "needle" quickly, so that's no shocker.  I do, though, wonder what differentiates dry needling from acupuncture.  The needles themselves?  Theoretical underpinnings? The star here, though, at least for me, is "Pelvic Floor Physical Therapy."  Don't get me wrong;  I am an advocate for pelvic floor health.  It just seems a bit out of place, though, doesn't it?  Along with the ACL tears and ruptured Achilles tendons and various dislocations --- Kegels. Take care of the entire patient.

Rotator cuff.  All this stuff through my arm is likely caused by something there.  A strain?  A tear? I chose this visual because of the little lightning bolts.  Accuracy. There's actually a lot of painless movement in my arm.  I can even move my shoulder fairly easily.  If it hits "that" spot, though,  The doctor ordered an MRI.  Big, immediate, forceful "NO" from your girl here.  I cannot go into that tube.  I spent most of yesterday trying to find an open MRI --- if I have to do it on my own, I will.  For an MRI on a shoulder, you have to go at least halfway into the machine. NOPE. So...  A closed MRI is out.  If there's an open one somewhere nearer than Downtown Atlanta, I can make a drive.  Forget Valium or Xanax;  I've taken both in the past (under different circumstances, obviously), and neither did anything.  Maybe physical therapy alone is headed my way.  We'll see.  My next appointment wi...

I'm gonna cry all the way to the doctor.  And probably a bit while I'm there.

There was a therapy session today, marking the first time I've driven since I fell.  It was surprisingly uncomfortable.  However, I have an appointment with an orthopedist tomorrow afternoon, and if all that comes from that is a prescription for a serious painkiller, it will be worth it.

Stepped out to walk Tap a bit, and found this fantastically sweet gift bag, from the family of one of Briton's podcast mates: Only one thing was better --- the note: Nothing, nothing better than the artwork of little ones.