Medical Panic
Oct. 7th, 2003 09:16 pmFor the last few months I've had a tender left wrist. I thought maybe I'd just over-extended it, or banged it into something, or something like that. I was somewhat worried about carpal tunnel, so I tried to go easy on it. I've been favouring it for some time. I listen to
xandria, she has my complete attention.
So when I got to school my wrist was still tender. If anything, it was getting worse. I hadn't typed at all for a couple of weeks. So when I met a 3rd year kinesiology student, I asked her what she thought. She checked my range of motion and determined that, yes, I have a limited range of motion. It's tender. It's slightly swollen.
"No carpal tunnel," she said. "You probably just overextended it and hurt something. Ice it from time to time and it will be fine."
So I felt better.
Until yesterday. Yesterday I noticed that I suddenly have a protrusion on my wrist. I noticed this while I was in class. The guy next to me said that it was surely carpal tunnel; it was the SCAR TISSUE from carpal tunnel, in fact. Insert panic here. I went to the grad club down the hall and got some ice. I sat in class for an hour and a half icing my wrist and worrying about my non-existant writing career.
Today I saw the Kin student again. So I showed her my wrist.
"Cyst," she said.
"Not carpal tunnel?" I asked.
"No," she said. "Cyst. They can drain it."
So I called my mother and said, "Hey mom, guess what! I have a cyst in my wrist!"
"Ganglion," my mother said. "I used to get those when I was crochetting a lot. You should stop typing so much."
"I know, I know, I'm so relieved though!"
"I got rid of mine because I fell on the ice and hit my wrist. That really hurt. It was gone after that."
"Interesting."
"Then I got another one, and I fell on the ice again. It didn't come back after that."
"Odd self-medication you have going on there."
"Get a hammer and whack it, that will get rid of it!" My mother, you see, loves me.
"Um, no. That would hurt."
"Get a hammer and get someone else to whack it!"
"Right, because that would hurt LESS. And I have such a HIGH PAIN THRESHOLD."
My sister has a high pain threshold. So does my mother, who only goes to doctors when she can't see or needs more heart medication. i, on the other hand, have the lowest pain threshold in the history of pain thresholds. I am officially not allowed to get my legs waxed. When my mother first got hers done she said, "oh, it's not bad. Bee, you should go try it. Ivy, don't ever, ever get anything waxed. You would die." So you get the idea that whacking myself with a hammer is just a generally bad idea.
"I'm going to the doctor," I said to my mother. "You can self-medicate all you like, I'm a believer in socialized medicine."
And thus ended my 24 hours of medical panic. Thank you, thank you very much.
So when I got to school my wrist was still tender. If anything, it was getting worse. I hadn't typed at all for a couple of weeks. So when I met a 3rd year kinesiology student, I asked her what she thought. She checked my range of motion and determined that, yes, I have a limited range of motion. It's tender. It's slightly swollen.
"No carpal tunnel," she said. "You probably just overextended it and hurt something. Ice it from time to time and it will be fine."
So I felt better.
Until yesterday. Yesterday I noticed that I suddenly have a protrusion on my wrist. I noticed this while I was in class. The guy next to me said that it was surely carpal tunnel; it was the SCAR TISSUE from carpal tunnel, in fact. Insert panic here. I went to the grad club down the hall and got some ice. I sat in class for an hour and a half icing my wrist and worrying about my non-existant writing career.
Today I saw the Kin student again. So I showed her my wrist.
"Cyst," she said.
"Not carpal tunnel?" I asked.
"No," she said. "Cyst. They can drain it."
So I called my mother and said, "Hey mom, guess what! I have a cyst in my wrist!"
"Ganglion," my mother said. "I used to get those when I was crochetting a lot. You should stop typing so much."
"I know, I know, I'm so relieved though!"
"I got rid of mine because I fell on the ice and hit my wrist. That really hurt. It was gone after that."
"Interesting."
"Then I got another one, and I fell on the ice again. It didn't come back after that."
"Odd self-medication you have going on there."
"Get a hammer and whack it, that will get rid of it!" My mother, you see, loves me.
"Um, no. That would hurt."
"Get a hammer and get someone else to whack it!"
"Right, because that would hurt LESS. And I have such a HIGH PAIN THRESHOLD."
My sister has a high pain threshold. So does my mother, who only goes to doctors when she can't see or needs more heart medication. i, on the other hand, have the lowest pain threshold in the history of pain thresholds. I am officially not allowed to get my legs waxed. When my mother first got hers done she said, "oh, it's not bad. Bee, you should go try it. Ivy, don't ever, ever get anything waxed. You would die." So you get the idea that whacking myself with a hammer is just a generally bad idea.
"I'm going to the doctor," I said to my mother. "You can self-medicate all you like, I'm a believer in socialized medicine."
And thus ended my 24 hours of medical panic. Thank you, thank you very much.
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Date: 2003-10-07 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-07 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-07 06:36 pm (UTC)I love your mother! I want to meet her some day. :D
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Date: 2003-10-07 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-07 06:43 pm (UTC)~Ali
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Date: 2003-10-07 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-07 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-07 06:56 pm (UTC)Go get it drained is all I can say. Thats what they do here.:)
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Date: 2003-10-07 07:41 pm (UTC)Both my mummy and my bloke have had a ganglion (I don't know the plural) on their respective wrists. They (the cysts) went away naturally over a period of years, but if you like, darling, I'd be happy to wield the hammer. You can borrow my pain threshold. I also remember having an in-depth conversation with about about leg-shaving on Saturday night. I am such a tit.
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Date: 2003-10-08 09:24 am (UTC)I'm so proud of myself. I remembered something from my biology class last year.
;o)
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Date: 2003-10-07 08:20 pm (UTC)$.02 from the peanut gallery
Date: 2003-10-07 08:27 pm (UTC)I had a cyst in my wrist as well and indeed got the whack it with a Bible advice. Needless to say this did not occur. Instead I got it drained (with a HUGE needle. Seriously, I've seen thinner pencil lead in wooden pencils. This thing left a scar.) Then when it came back (as drained ones are wont to do) I had it removed. Yay for the pain meds that came with recovery. Though walking around with a bandage on your wrist gets you some mighty odd looks.
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Date: 2003-10-07 09:58 pm (UTC)[driveby friendsfriends]
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Date: 2003-10-08 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-07 08:56 pm (UTC)Your mother sounds like my father. Oy. I hope you feel better soon, sans falling on ice of course.
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Date: 2003-10-07 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-08 03:05 am (UTC)how could I survive without you writing?
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Date: 2003-10-08 05:24 am (UTC)Hope you've recovered. (:
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Date: 2003-10-08 01:25 pm (UTC)Of course, what all this gets me is an utter lack of sympathy when I'm sick. Eh. >.>;
Good luck with the ganglion.
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Date: 2003-10-09 11:47 am (UTC)I had tendonitis for a good bit of a year after my son was born. It was from picking him up from the crib. I am 5'2" so I think the shortness made for some awkward angles on my wrists. I had some extreme pain in both wrists, and I couldn't write or type without almost weeping. Someone else, for a while, had to pick up Silas and hand him to me. I panicked because I thought it was Carpel Tunnel...and I thought I would be in pain for the rest of my life. No writing, no typing, just everlasting pain...*weep* Oh, I still remember the pain. *empathizes with you*
Mine have been better for a while now. I hope yours heal fastfastFAst.
;D
~~*Isobel**~