Painy pain pain
Jul. 19th, 2009 01:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishWell the screaming and the wincing have stopped and the not getting any sympathy at all from my family has not. I've just had to pick bits of gravel out of my leg and then irrigate it with saline to make absolutely certain. It's now grand and I'm stunned that such a small graze could contain quite so much stuff. I'd stupidly let the scab build up over the graze rather than deal with it at the time, a lesson I've well learned. Bits of my leg were green! GREEN! Ick. It's still quite hot to the touch, but that's probably because I've been poking and prodding at it for the last hour or so. Cover it with a nice bandage and we're good to go.
Except I still can't walk without pain. The other night before Christian got home - bringing me fudge, nom! - I took Socks out for a walk. She promptly scarpered and tried to head into the field that's been fairly recently dosed in weedkiller as the landlord's trying to flog it. Not losing cats, not, so toodled off down the steep drive to chase cat back up towards house. On the way down, slipped in mud. Bother. Right leg kept trying to walk and wound up perpendicular to my body while left leg... left leg decided I wanted to sit on it. Hyperflexion of left foot + slipping on bad ankle = twisty ankle, twisty knee, pathetic looking scrape on front of leg, calf muscles stretched beyond their happy point. There has been much ouching and raiding of drug cabinet and still no sympathy from family because it was "all because of a cat, stupid things." I want sympathy!
Was meant to be in Clonee tonight, drinking martinis (which spellchecker doesn't recognise as a word, silly thing, it does now) and being a great big midwifery nerd, but when I couldn't walk 20 yards down the street without crying in pain thought it was better not to try and walk the 2 miles to the bus and then whinge all night. Sympathy! Gimme! Feel crap for not going as I've not seen any of them in weeks or months. Instead, I'm stuck at home with Martha the shortarse giggling at poor Hopalong here.
Stupid leg. It's always the left one that causes me trouble, too. Ever since I tripped over a hose when I was 13 and wound up needing 6 months of physiotherapy. Ahhh, fun. Been a while since I had a stupid injury though. Here's hoping things heal quickly, for I have many things to do that require me being on my feet for 12 hours a day... Course, being off feet at the minute means that my trapped nerve is also flaring up again. Oh what fun! That's twice now I've damaged my left leg in Cark, at least this one didn't end up with me in radiography...
On the up side, myself and my sisters went through my grandmother's jewellery box earlier today and I yoinked my great-grandfather's pocket watch. So not all bad today. Also I have shiny drugs.
Except I still can't walk without pain. The other night before Christian got home - bringing me fudge, nom! - I took Socks out for a walk. She promptly scarpered and tried to head into the field that's been fairly recently dosed in weedkiller as the landlord's trying to flog it. Not losing cats, not, so toodled off down the steep drive to chase cat back up towards house. On the way down, slipped in mud. Bother. Right leg kept trying to walk and wound up perpendicular to my body while left leg... left leg decided I wanted to sit on it. Hyperflexion of left foot + slipping on bad ankle = twisty ankle, twisty knee, pathetic looking scrape on front of leg, calf muscles stretched beyond their happy point. There has been much ouching and raiding of drug cabinet and still no sympathy from family because it was "all because of a cat, stupid things." I want sympathy!
Was meant to be in Clonee tonight, drinking martinis (which spellchecker doesn't recognise as a word, silly thing, it does now) and being a great big midwifery nerd, but when I couldn't walk 20 yards down the street without crying in pain thought it was better not to try and walk the 2 miles to the bus and then whinge all night. Sympathy! Gimme! Feel crap for not going as I've not seen any of them in weeks or months. Instead, I'm stuck at home with Martha the shortarse giggling at poor Hopalong here.
Stupid leg. It's always the left one that causes me trouble, too. Ever since I tripped over a hose when I was 13 and wound up needing 6 months of physiotherapy. Ahhh, fun. Been a while since I had a stupid injury though. Here's hoping things heal quickly, for I have many things to do that require me being on my feet for 12 hours a day... Course, being off feet at the minute means that my trapped nerve is also flaring up again. Oh what fun! That's twice now I've damaged my left leg in Cark, at least this one didn't end up with me in radiography...
On the up side, myself and my sisters went through my grandmother's jewellery box earlier today and I yoinked my great-grandfather's pocket watch. So not all bad today. Also I have shiny drugs.
