Three months on and I’m still doing exercises set by the physiotherapists a while ago. I’m still in pain, but it’s getting a bit better. I am trying to stretch my arm up above my head. And I also have to try the build up my shoulder muscles. Frozen, or in my case, a freezing shoulder is not very nice. I hope it’s going to get better over the next few months. X
My shoulder has decided to play up, I’m in a lot of pain, I’m trying to get a doctors appointment but in the meantime I’ve got a lavender scented wheat bag that you microwave and then put on the affecting ed area. It smells nice but I’m not sure it’s actually helping. Maybe I need embrocation! The worst thing is how tired I feel. That’s why I’ve not been here today….
Washing my hands regularly, using sanitiser, washing up liquid. I try and use moisturiser but it doesn’t help. I keep going with it though. I really want my hand to heal. But every time I wash up, even with gloves, makes it bad again. It started on my little finger and spread. I’m fed up with it. Been going on for months.
Lockdown means the dentists are closed and when they open they have said they will only take emergencies. So I’m sucking paracetamol (only the recommended dose) and slowly sipping some whisky. I also got some toothpaste for sensitive teeth. I think I’m grinding them when I’m asleep. I’ve got things I need to do and this, plus a family problem has made me feel very down in the dumps.
Still I can’t stick my head (or my teeth), in the sand. I will have to try and sort myself out tomorrow. Life goes on….
Ow, washing my hands all the time, washing up, cleaning, my hand, particularly my right one is getting very sore. I use the mildest of detergents, but something in them makes my skin bubble up and peel.
I try using hand cream but it doesn’t help much. I wonder what I can do. Find something with aloe Vera? Or coconut milk? I need something. I can’t use steroid cream. Sorry to moan!
My fingers are sore. I am fed up with this, but for months now my hand has been sore from when I do the washing up. Does anyone have an idea what I could do? I’m using a mild detergent but I think I’m going to have to try something with no enzymes in it. I tried gloves but I am apparently allergic to them and the skin on my finger tips became worse.
I’m worried because it hurts a bit when I hold my paintbrush. Anyway. I can see a trip to the doctors coming up.
The sound of disgust in my hubby’s voice as he utters this word. The total hate he has of doing this chore.
What can I do? I’m still sore and hobbling about from falling over on Sunday. I’ve not rested that much, I’ve washed up and cooked food. It’s just I’m still sore. Why doesn’t he understand that I need help? I’m not doing it deliberately. I found a hole in the bathroom door this morning where my head must have hit it! I am struggling to sleep as my side hurts so I’m using pain killing gel. But as I get more mobile I find other bits that hurt.
But shopping? It’s just not a man thing. Or cooking, it’s hard enough to get him to wash up. Antediluvian man!
Pickled onions, no- spring onions
Pork pie, no-a large block of cheese.
Coffee, no – a bag of spinach
Beetroot, no- 15 eggs
Tomato soup, no – a bottle of wine
Milk, no – pretend butter
Potatoes, no – sliced ham!
Items on the list bought 1. Items not on the list 7!
Can you get me the Tiger Balm for my injured back please? I can’t use the anti inflammatory gel for another five hours. (no tigers involved just menthol) I asked my hubby to fetch it. Its in the bathroom on top of the cupboard.
Five minutes later he came back with some E45 cream in approximately the same sized tub. And a scented candle in a small jar – jasmine scented I think.
Come with me it’s on top of the cupboard. We went through into the bathroom. It wasn’t there anymore. It was there last night. Now, there are model trains and carriages, but no Thai tiger balm. What have you done with it I asked? I don’t know, I didn’t move it. Maybe the cats knocked it off. It might be in the box I tripped over? Getting frustrated now. It’s in the shed, I’ll look, he said.
Ten minutes later. No it’s not there. There is no way I can go out and check with him….
I’ve just had a bad fall, tripped over a box of hubbys train bits in the bathroom. Hurt a finger, my elbow my knee and twisted my back. He shouted at me and called me stupid. He’s gone to buy a hot water bottle for my back (I’ve got a bag of frozen sweet corn on it at the moment). One minute I was going to get a wash, the next I flew through the air and landed heavily on the bathroom floor.
It’s an hour later. I’ve got gel painkiller on my back and the hot water bottle. I’m OK leaning backwards but then hard to lean forward again….