Self-diagnosis.
May. 4th, 2009 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseHmm. I did something nasty to my shoulder on Thursday (the same one as I've hurt the last two times; prior damage makes it susceptible, after all. And I'm not wholly confident that it hasn't been still-hurt some of the time between, and gone unexamined or unconsidered due to other priorities or general backache.), and aggravated it by sleeping on it wrong twice this weekend. (I am at this point stumped to figure out how to sleep on it right, as one of the two positions that seemed to make it worse was one that previously seemed to help.) Yesterday was the worst, at least in the AM.
So, yes, it hurts. As far as I could tell Saturday, archery didn't make it worse - or better - but was a null. However, I'm not all sure about going to archery tonight. Still debating that one.
Abacchus pointed out a major flaw in my mandolin strumming that, if I should convince myself not to do it, may help the usual wrist RSI. And strumming, again, seems to be a null effect; the motion doesn't rise to the height that starts hurting when I lift objects, and the Chicken herself kind of holds and braces it out at a better angle.
Typing, on the other hand, seems to cause occasional twinges. (MOuse-work, as ever, is worse on the wrist; the trackball, though marginally better than a mouse for the wrist, requires me to lift my hand to the desk or else brace it in some way.)
The WORST things I have done so far, as far as I can tell, were wearing my backpack (slinging it just over the other shoulder currently feels best, but is bad long term) and trying to hold/lift things - books, binders, drink mugs - above a certain height. Lifting a weight is worse than pulling one, or applying force in other directions (Pushing and strumming). Twisting (Doorknobs, say) is another one, but you don't generally do that for more than a moment at a time. Folding envelopes is close, but doable ina non-twisting way. I'm not fully confident which of the stretches that cause odd shifting sensations are good and which are bad.
It also means my elbow is getting residuals from the muscles and nerves attached to it both from above and below.
I think tomorrow I call the massage therapist. And at my physical Thursday, I suspect I ask for another physio referral.
And this would be a much harder song to listen to, considering the lyrics, if the tune weren't almost identical to Stan Rogers' the Idiot, which is a lot lighter of heart.
I was in the mood for space opera (And something with some thinky, after going through a most mindless quasi-historical Regency) (And not having my hands on Corambis yet, which would trump much of my waiting-to-read stack and some of my "I'm in the mood for genre X right now..."). So in spite of three shelves of unread books, I started on a reread of the Mageworlds trilogy. I intend, at least, to leave it at the trilogy, though the other four books in the series are as to almost-as good. But I actually think I forgot how good they were. Mmm. Nummy Doyle-Macdonald.
So, yes, it hurts. As far as I could tell Saturday, archery didn't make it worse - or better - but was a null. However, I'm not all sure about going to archery tonight. Still debating that one.
Abacchus pointed out a major flaw in my mandolin strumming that, if I should convince myself not to do it, may help the usual wrist RSI. And strumming, again, seems to be a null effect; the motion doesn't rise to the height that starts hurting when I lift objects, and the Chicken herself kind of holds and braces it out at a better angle.
Typing, on the other hand, seems to cause occasional twinges. (MOuse-work, as ever, is worse on the wrist; the trackball, though marginally better than a mouse for the wrist, requires me to lift my hand to the desk or else brace it in some way.)
The WORST things I have done so far, as far as I can tell, were wearing my backpack (slinging it just over the other shoulder currently feels best, but is bad long term) and trying to hold/lift things - books, binders, drink mugs - above a certain height. Lifting a weight is worse than pulling one, or applying force in other directions (Pushing and strumming). Twisting (Doorknobs, say) is another one, but you don't generally do that for more than a moment at a time. Folding envelopes is close, but doable ina non-twisting way. I'm not fully confident which of the stretches that cause odd shifting sensations are good and which are bad.
It also means my elbow is getting residuals from the muscles and nerves attached to it both from above and below.
I think tomorrow I call the massage therapist. And at my physical Thursday, I suspect I ask for another physio referral.
And this would be a much harder song to listen to, considering the lyrics, if the tune weren't almost identical to Stan Rogers' the Idiot, which is a lot lighter of heart.
I was in the mood for space opera (And something with some thinky, after going through a most mindless quasi-historical Regency) (And not having my hands on Corambis yet, which would trump much of my waiting-to-read stack and some of my "I'm in the mood for genre X right now..."). So in spite of three shelves of unread books, I started on a reread of the Mageworlds trilogy. I intend, at least, to leave it at the trilogy, though the other four books in the series are as to almost-as good. But I actually think I forgot how good they were. Mmm. Nummy Doyle-Macdonald.
