I hate injuries.
Here I am on the shelf again, this time from something where I can’t even pinpoint when or how I hurt myself.
See last week my side started to hurt. I know for sure I was hurting Wednesday night and Thursday night, I was in enough pain on Friday to attempt to not to go to work and I made a chiropractor appointment for after work. The problem was that I couldn’t twist, and had very painfully mobility with my right side.
Dr. Jenn looked me over and poked at me a bit, she got out a tuning fork and touched that to my ribs. Not a fracture, which was nice to hear, I think. Her opinion was that I sprained the muscles the connect up the ribs. My guess is that I did that lifting and twisting with the kids at work. I’m only guessing that because I don’t have any lift/twist exercises at the gym. And the only thing I did at the gym on Wednesday was run and bike.
So the Dr. she tells me to ice and heat alternately, I did that a bit on Friday night and I have to admit I didn’t do it much over the weekend, but I did take anti-inflammatories and (along with taking the cats to the vet) skipped Karate because of it, and didn’t go to hockey either! I couldn’t even help shovel on Sunday.
Being injured sucks, especially when it’s sort of nebulous like this, I have no idea of the healing time and I have to move and such. The worst part is that it hurts all the time. At least with my Achilles last spring it only hurt to run!