Wrist and Shout: Part II.
I can't take it anymore. This wrist thing is making me crazy.
Since my "diagnosis" with tendinitis in February, I've done plenty of attempted cutting back on repetitive movement:
I've been trying to use the computer mouse less. Fat chance, seeing as how my day job is extremely computer intensive, and blogging also uses - wait for it - the computer.
I bought a Bamboo. Yet I haven't had more than 15 minutes to sit down and learn how to use it. So it's still in the box. Sitting there. A waste of money and good intentions.
I took Advil for several days. Actually, I took it for almost three weeks, and then I heard about the kidney + Advil conundrum. But also, I didn't like the fact that once the Advil wore off, I was back to being in pain. Seemed like a bandaid. I want to fix this.
I sleep with a wrist brace on. What's sexier than your wife climbing into bed, wearing a pump, a Dexcom, multiple attached sensors, and a wrist brace? All I'm missing is the damn headgear. And I'm wearing the brace for more than just sleep - I wear it when I'm driving, as often as possible at work, and if I ever watch television for more than 10 minutes. (Rare, but it happens.)
I stopped weight training. Before my wedding, I was doing as much resistance training as possible. I liked the effects it had on my body. But since February, I've had to stop weight training completely because I can't lift anything up. I can't do tricep dips. I can't jump rope. I can't even hold weights while doing lunges because of the stress on my wrist. So I've been doing more cardio than usual and gazing w(r)istfully at the free weights.
I can't carry grocery bags. My wrist explodes with pain when it grazes my desk or the couch or the kitchen counter. I can't even throw Siah off my chest when she's trying to sniff me to death at night. (That cat is getting fat.) I'm not one to complain about physical discomfort, but this wrist pain is beyond tolerable.
I feel like a 90 year old woman.
So I went to the Twittersphere and pinged my question out to them in 140 characters or less: "Tough workout. Wrist issue (tendinitis) is not healing. Has anyone had this before? How did you fix it? V. frustrating."
Responses ranged from "Advil and rest!" to "Physical therapy and a brace!" to "Cortisone shot!" Apparently, I'm not the only new media-type to have grappled with this issue before.
I called my doctor this morning and explained the situation. After she realized that, despite my attempts to ease up on the wrist stress I still wasn't on the mend, she recommended I speak with an orthopedic practice and get an appointment.
"They may want to give you the shot that day, so be prepared, diabetes-wise."
"This could make me go high for a few days, right?"
"It depends. They won't give you much in the injection, and it's a localized dose, so you may not see more than a premenstrual-style spike. But you might see more than that. It depends on a lot of factors. The orthopedist can help answer those questions more specifically."
(This is EXACTLY why I prefer working with a primary care physician who is comfortable with specialists. She knows that she can cover my basic needs, but she's quick to refer me to doctors who can handle specialized needs. I like that she doesn't pretend to know everything. Doctors who acknowledge that they, too, are human make me feel safer.)
"Cool. Thanks. I'm tired of feeling like an old bird."
She laughed. "Let me know how it goes."
So I have an appointment tomorrow morning with an orthopedist, and I'm sort of hoping they do the shot tomorrow so I start putting this pain behind me. I can't wait to weight train again. And lift grocery bags.
And throw Siah.