It’s actually already come to an end, but the badness started about 24 hours ago and it’s all George Lucas’ fault. Or Spielberg’s. Let me explain:
I’ve been very much addicted to the Lego Indiana Jones game for DS. I play it a lot because, frankly, it’s crazy fun. And Ari is playing it too so we compare notes and have become a little competitive. Except I’d been ignoring a fizzy sort of pain in my right hand, in my pinky finger for a while, it would happen and then I would just shake my hand thinking it had gone to sleep but now that pain is here to stay.
Yes. I think I have carpal tunnel syndrome. I might be wrong, but the symptoms sure do match. Tingly pinky and the pinky side of my ring finger, that shoots right up into my elbow and into my shoulder. Or hopefully just a weird pinched nerve, as my second reading of wikipedia makes me think CTS is normally the index and middle fingers.
So guess what, I barely slept last night. My stupid finger hurt and it was stressing me out. Finding a comfortable position for my arm-which really wanted to be curled up on my chest but somehow that felt like it might exacerbate the situation-was impossible. So, right, no sleep.
I had to work today and I suspect my boss also got very little sleep as she seemed to be in the mood to argue with me and make shit up for no reason. I was not in the mood to argue and luckily it’s a big swimming pool so I just moved away from her.
Then on my way home I got bit by a dog. Not a big bite, no bleeding ok, but there’s a mark and a bruise, on my elbow. My RIGHT elbow (see above). At that point I barely made it home before I had a complete emotional breakdown, crying for about half an hour. No one was home to comfort me either, that somehow made it all seem worse.
I’m fixing to cut off my dang right arm.
Of course I tried to have a nap, it seemed the only thing to do but just as I was dozing off my next door nabe decided that was the perfect time to blast ICP. Not that I normally mind his music, not much, but it was just fantastically bad timing.
Hopefully it’s all over now. I’m taking a couple Advil and maybe a sleeping pill and reading a couple pages then heading off to sleep before tomorrow, hopefully a much better day.
so sorry to hear about your very bad day!! hope tomorrow will be nothing but awesome fun!!
xoxoxo
I can’t believe a dog bit you?! That’s terrible.
Hoping today is a better day for you!
While that pain sounds terrible…I can see how you would let it happen because I am also a Lego Indy lover. Towards the end of my pregnancy with Ella when I couldn’t sleep, all I did was play it on Xbox. I knew I was playing too much when I started seeing the little bullseye aimers on things in my dreams.
Caitlin, I’ve had that happen to my arm/fingers before from too much knitting/crochet/spinning. Normally I take a week or two off and it goes back to normal. Fingers crossed!
Megan: today I am going back-to-school shopping with Ari. That might be fun, but it also might be hellish. I’d prefer the former.
Laura: I spoke to the dog’s owner last night, she’s so nice, I really like her a lot-they live just up the alley from us. She runs a dog walking/sitting/boarding company and always has 1,000 dogs hanging around. It’s her own dog that bit me, Bean. Bean’s the Alpha dog, she’s short in stature and can’t see through or over the new fence they have so she gets angry when she can’t see who’s coming. I think she really gets herself worked up, so by the time I lean over the fence to show her it’s me, someone she’s familiar and friendly with, it’s too late and CHOMP.
I too dream about video games, but not this one. I also used to have dreams about sorting hockey cards when I worked at a sports card store. Oh, subconscious, how I love thee.
Jana: It’s actually feeling better today, much better. But I think I need to figure out a better way to sit while playing DS! I think there’s a funny nerve in my elbow, right at the inside bend part, that’s exposed when I am laying down, elbows bent with the DS resting on my chest, it’s what is leaning on the bed, that was pressed for too long!
Welcome to the club. I have symptoms of CTS, but the test came out negative, so I’m stuck with permanently numb fingers because it’s a work-related injury and they won’t spring for a second opinion. I can go to some hippy dippy hand therapy for a few weeks but that’s it.
Try sleeping with a wrist brace if it comes back. It doesn’t do jack but that’s what every a-hole doctor in the world will tell you is a magic cure.
Sigh.
Oh Sarah, I love you because you can be so hilariously negative sometimes. It’s surprisingly refreshing and uplifting. I’m sorry the American health care system isn’t more helpful for you.
My hand’s feeling much better today. And I think it’s mostly because I just talked myself out of the pain. I’m still taking a break from Indiana Jones…
Poor Caitlin, you probably have a “Sehnenscheidenentzündung” and I have no fucking idea what that is in english :). But I wish you a fast recovery. Sounds like suing the dog owner is not what you want, I would, no matter what, but I’m scared to death of dogs anyway.
Have a good day, you deserve it.
Let’s just hope that “Sehnenscheidentzundung” isn’t terminal.
xoxo
Haha, Mumma! I made the Herculeskian effort to find what I mean in Wikipedia and did:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DeQuervain%27s_syndrome
DeQuervainSyndrome is Sehnenscheidenentzündung for english speaking video game geeks.
Thanks, Janet. I don’t think it was Sehneshwhatevertheheckthatwordis, it never bothered my thumb. I’ve also had tennis elbow in my right arm. But thanks, you’re always so kind. Sorry you’re afraid of dogs. My problem is opposite, I have almost no practical fear of them at all. And I think this most recent bite made me think of the few times I was bitten as a child, scary memories.
I really do think I just need to lop off that whole limb. I always knew there was a reason I loved Shannon so much: bring on the cutters!
Caitlin, you are right, and that is good, once you get “Sehnenscheidenentzündung”, it will come around again sooner or later.
I had no fear for dogs until I was 6 years old when a German Shepard that I knew quite well attacked me from behind when I was running through the neighborhood a little after dark in winter. He threw me onto the ground, sat on my back and growled or barked whenever I tried to move. I was hurting, elbows, knees and hands were blleding from the fall and it was very cold there on the ground. After a felt lifetime (probably 10 minutes) I was rescued. Since then, dogs and especially barking dogs scare the heck out of me. The dog was put to sleep after it seriously hurt another child a few weeks later.
Creepy story, isn’t it?
When it rains it pours.
My best wishes – damn