Category: Revelation

Sleep something or other

Last night before going to bed I put in my earplugs. I use the disposable squeezy ones that you have to roll between your fingers to make them small so you can jam them in your ears. They were brand new, so they fit extremely well. When I woke up this morning, they weren’t in my ears. It’s unusual for new ones to fall out – usually after I’ve been using them for a week or so they get so unsqueezy that they don’t go properly inside my ear canal but just sit in the “porches of my ears” (to quote from Hamlet). I wondered why they’d fallen out, but when I woke up I didn’t find them in the bed clothes like I’d expected. Instead one was on the side table, and one was placed on the tiny bit of flat space on top of the headboard. I guess I somehow managed to remove them in the night without even waking up enough to remember afterwards that I’d done so.

I wonder why?

Weird

After Friday’s revelation by the orthopod that the elbow pain is most likely joint related rather than tendon related, my physio changed tactics and did some pulling and pushing on my arms that seemed designed to loosen up the joint. And I think it worked at loosening things up.

For all last evening, and most of the night, my left elbow would get feeling “out of joint”, and then I’d rotate my wrist and you could *hear* it snap back into position, and then it would be relatively painless for some time until the next time it needed to be snapped back, usually within 10 or 15 minutes. It’s still doing it now. It feels weird and just a little disquieting.

Progress, of a sort

As I blogged about earlier, last night the pain in my elbows was so bad I could barely sleep last night, even with a massive overdose of Alieve. I called my physiotherapist, but she doesn’t work on Fridays. I called my doctor, but he doesn’t work on Fridays. I had read somewhere that sometimes tennis elbow responds to cortisone injections, and so even though the only cortisone injection I’ve had hurt like hell going in and didn’t do much, I was desperate enough to try it. The doctor’s nurse does work on Fridays, however, and she arranged an appointment for me at a “urgent care” orthopedist.
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