ginger: (method to the madness)
Dear hip:

Grr. No, let me rephrase that. GRRRRRRRRRRR.

Don't you DARE go all crunchy and broken-glass on me now.

Hate,
your owner.
ginger: (3-day training)
Stoopid hip. I'm getting about a mile and a half per 20 minutes with an icepack. Sigh.

Ironically, I think I'd mostly be fine if I had my cane.

I'm at 4.6 miles, of which I've walked all but about 3/4 of a mile. I'm not done yet - ice, ibuprofen and frequent breaks are my friend.
ginger: (3-day training)
(I tried to post this by email, but it won't send for some reason. So if it doubleposts again later, my apologies.)

Aftermath - the medical results of kicking Friday ass.

First and foremost, my right hip flexor - you know, the muscle surrounding the crazy arthritic hip joint of mine - is inflamed. No stabby pains, but it's definitely sore and achey. However, after 15 minutes with an icepack and a couple of motrin, it's relatively inoffensive. I can keep taking the motrin and get an ice pack at pit stops if I need to, and I should be fine, just kinda slow.

Second, I have sunburned arms. And probably face too, but I didn't look. Owie. Naturally, I did not pack the little bottle of aloe I got. (Yes, I forgot to put on sunscreen. This is the fourth time I've been sunburned since I moved to Seattle, and onlythe second that didn't involve garb.)

Finally, the top of my right foot is sore. I dunno what that's all about.
ginger: (dear journal....)
So this morning was mildly frustrating.

On the hip front: I had my follow-up exam today. Except it doesn't hurt anymore, unless I sit still for 3 hours or so. So he's all "Does it hurt when you bend like this? How about like that? How about when I push here? Here? There?" and I'm repeating "Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Well, that feels kinda weird, but it doesn't hurt. Nope. Nope." Finally he said "I really can't do much in terms of a diagnosis when it doesn't hurt. You said it flares up every two to three months? Come back the next time it flares up, and then we can get somewhere." And I said "Okay."

On the police report front: I called them Wednesday morning, and they said they could send a police officer out to take a report that afternoon, but I had to be home for it. So I took the afternoon off, and called them at 1:30, and they said that they'd have an officer out there within two hours. At 6:30, there was still no officer, so I grumbled, and we went to dinner and our evening plans. At no point on Wednesday evening or Thursday did they even call the phone number they'd insisted I give them to tell me that they weren't able to make it. I was annoyed. So this morning, I put on a suit after my doctor's appointment and went down to the police station directly. After an hour of sitting in their waiting room, I finally got to talk to an officer and give my report. The kicker? He needs to figure out whether it constitutes identity theft or regular theft, because if it's ID theft, the Bellevue PD has jurisdiction as I'm a Bellevue resident, but if it's regular theft, I have to go down to Tukwila's PD and file a report THERE, as the actual crime was committed there. *facepalm*

On the clothing front: Yes, I said I'm wearing a suit today. It's also the first time it's expected to go above 80 in like two weeks. It's ALSO the first time in memory that my office building is too warm to wear a suit jacket. However, the pants to the suit are the only dress pants I own that were purchased after I lost fifteen pounds, and therefore the rest of them are two sizes too big. So I have to decide whether I want to have them altered or buy new ones, or whether it's worth bothering with at all as this is the first time I've worn dress pants since before Christmas. (I may end up having the pair I like best altered, so that way I'd have one brown pair and one black-with-pinstripes pair.)

And now I'm at work, with very little to do, and I want a nap. And my fiancé is hurling himself out of a plane tomorrow morning, which makes me nervous. And my grades for summer quarter won't be posted until probably Thursday.
ginger: (dig this / cleolinda)
Three years ago, the highlight of my Con was ashing a Gangrel in crinos at 3am on Sunday morning.

Two years ago, the highlight of my Con was getting ashed by a HitMark firing missiles at point-blank range at 3am on Sunday morning.

Last year, the highlight of my Con was single-handedly preventing Wally (our Garou storyteller) from racking up two or more player kills at around 3am on Sunday morning.

This year, right around 3am on Sunday morning, my character claimed praxis, took the Princedom of Indianapolis, announced a new court from the ground up, and made a dramatic exit, after completing what was, as far as anyone can recall, the first bloodless coup in our game's history.

It was excellent - this game just keeps getting better, and while we have some players who need to be beaten with sticks (and one NPC player who needs to be curb-stomped until his face is no longer recognizable), we also have some who just floor me.

In non-game-related events of the weekend, I came to an equilibrium Friday morning or so - using the Staff of Moose hurt my left hip about as much as not using it hurt my right hip. So I stopped using it, and pretty much just dealt with the sore. It's almost better now. I have an appointment this coming up Friday morning for follow-up tests.

I got my first corset (not to be confused with a bodice), and wore it two nights. Very comfy, and looked damned good, if I do say so myself. (Somehow, though, I doubt anyone got pictures. I didn't see many of our people with cameras this year.) I also got a new ring - a silver band with abstract cutout designs, the center of which looks like moose antlers - and a new backpack that holds more stuff than my old one did, has a laptop compartment built into it, and has a dragon reading a book embroidered on the top flap.

The TSA threw away my favorite nail polish - I'd forgotten it was in my backpack - but I can get another bottle. (Revlon's "Totally Toffee", if anyone's curious. It's a lovely chocolate brown.)
ginger: (3-day training)
Good news: My x-rays say that the bones in my hip joint are fine.
Bad news: The average adult hip socket is lined with 5/16" to 7/16" of cartilage. While I have adequate cartilage on the sides of my hip socket, the top - you know, the load-bearing part - has about 1/3 of what it should.

So I'm a 25-year-old with a severely arthritic hip. :P

Since this is the first time it's been looked at, the doc couldn't definitively say whether it's degenerative or due to the horse-incident, but his suspicion because of my family history is that it's probably degenerative.

I'm supposed to stay off it as much as possible and use the Staff of Moose for a week or until the stabby pains go away, take 1000mg of Tylenol 3-4 times a day, and report back in two weeks for a follow-up exam and hopefully a series of range-of-motion tests, if bending it around isn't still causing me to yell in pain.

I will still be doing the 3-Day. Or at least, as much of it as I can each day without causing myself injury. Y'all didn't help me out this far only for me to punk out completely at the last minute.
ginger: (3-day training)
Dear body:

Three weeks before the 3-Day is NOT the time to decide "Hey, let's play like that right hip socket is packed full of broken glass so we can make stabby-stabby pains every time she puts weight on it!"

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning.
ginger: (eyes)
As I've mentioned a time or twelve, I have wonky hip issues stemming from a family history of arthritis and an unfortunate incident involving a horse who thought I would fit much better on that giant rock over there. My hip joints - the left one especially - have twingy pains every so often while I'm walking. Watching where I put my feet helps, but doesn't eliminate it entirely. However, I've discovered that if I take an ibuprofen before I go walk for an hour, I don't feel any twingy hip pains at all.

[Poll #709637]

(Note: This is, of course, assuming that I don't feel any twingy hip pains because of the ibuprofen, rather than the somewhat-unlikely possibility that I just happen to be taking the ibuprofen on days my hips are fine - totally-twingy-pain-free walks without ibuprofen are rare, but not unheard-of. I'm also looking into what my insurance will cover as far as a chiropractor, because as much as I don't like them, I've heard many stories about chiropractors doing good things for joint issues.)
ginger: (sleepy)
Oh, holy rat-fucking OW. My knees and hips hurt like whoa.

I blame the fact that I walk funny combined with my family's propensity toward arthritis.

*limps off to bed with a book*

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