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Our left feet.
May. 21st, 2013 10:16 pmI thought that long-term married couples were supposed to look alike after many years. Maybe we do, but the other parallels of the past week or so are pretty weird.
Recall that Eleanor had close to two months off from work on account of pain in her right shoulder. It originally fired up after a year-endish cardio session, and after weeks of doctors' appointments, massages and PT sessions, it got worse when she spent a pre-workday mowing the back lawn in April.
So imagine my surprise when I took over the mowing duties, and my own right shoulder started hurting. Not nearly as badly, but enough to pay attention. At least we have some durable medical equipment I might borrow to help me through if it gets any worse. (This past weekend's mowing didn't aggravate it nearly as much, but then, it barely rained last week and the grass just didn't grow as much.)
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That would've seemed oddly coincidental if we each hadn't had our other-side experiences of the past week. Not quite a week ago, Eleanor's left foot started giving her trouble. Her masseuse suspected it was a result of overcompensating on the non-dominant left side after the right-shoulder pain kicked in. Last Friday, I laid in crutches for her, and she hasn't been disabled from work, or gardening, or cardio since then.
As for moi? As my right-shoulder pain eased, I wound up with left foot issues of my own. Nothing related to chronic pain or overcompensation, but just to bad karma. Three nights ago, we blowed up a fish tank in our living room, and by yesterday afternoon, the fishies were back in a serviceable (if smaller) tank, and I'd done a decent job of cleaning up all the big and not-so-big shards of glass that infested the tank's general vicinity.
Alas, that effort did not do as good a job of cleaning up the fewer but further remnants of the tank explosion that had made it dozens of feet down the hall to just outside the bedroom and this office. And so it was that one of those tiny shards implanted itself in My Left Foot at 5-something this morning- as in My Calloused Left Foot, where the glass defied tweezering and scissoring and is still, these 19 hours later, down in there moderately annoying the shit out of me.
I made it through a long and difficult day with it in there, but tomorrow brings more of the same and a workout at day's end, so my plan is to have it medically removed if it doesn't just fall out in response to my much-needed good night's sleep.
Which begins,.... now.
Recall that Eleanor had close to two months off from work on account of pain in her right shoulder. It originally fired up after a year-endish cardio session, and after weeks of doctors' appointments, massages and PT sessions, it got worse when she spent a pre-workday mowing the back lawn in April.
So imagine my surprise when I took over the mowing duties, and my own right shoulder started hurting. Not nearly as badly, but enough to pay attention. At least we have some durable medical equipment I might borrow to help me through if it gets any worse. (This past weekend's mowing didn't aggravate it nearly as much, but then, it barely rained last week and the grass just didn't grow as much.)
----
That would've seemed oddly coincidental if we each hadn't had our other-side experiences of the past week. Not quite a week ago, Eleanor's left foot started giving her trouble. Her masseuse suspected it was a result of overcompensating on the non-dominant left side after the right-shoulder pain kicked in. Last Friday, I laid in crutches for her, and she hasn't been disabled from work, or gardening, or cardio since then.
As for moi? As my right-shoulder pain eased, I wound up with left foot issues of my own. Nothing related to chronic pain or overcompensation, but just to bad karma. Three nights ago, we blowed up a fish tank in our living room, and by yesterday afternoon, the fishies were back in a serviceable (if smaller) tank, and I'd done a decent job of cleaning up all the big and not-so-big shards of glass that infested the tank's general vicinity.
Alas, that effort did not do as good a job of cleaning up the fewer but further remnants of the tank explosion that had made it dozens of feet down the hall to just outside the bedroom and this office. And so it was that one of those tiny shards implanted itself in My Left Foot at 5-something this morning- as in My Calloused Left Foot, where the glass defied tweezering and scissoring and is still, these 19 hours later, down in there moderately annoying the shit out of me.
I made it through a long and difficult day with it in there, but tomorrow brings more of the same and a workout at day's end, so my plan is to have it medically removed if it doesn't just fall out in response to my much-needed good night's sleep.
Which begins,.... now.