Two days ago I was stamping some contracts at work. And just in case you're wondering, no, that is not the only thing I do at work. Alas, I realized that my right thumb was aching and every once in a while this shooting pain would zing up my arm and I'd be rendered immobile for about 3 seconds. Damn me for not being left handed.
Yesterday it got much worse. It was throbbing. It felt like there was a stream of fire running from my thumb to my elbow and as much as I massaged it or held it or prayed to Venus, nothing seemed to work. So someone tells me that it sounds like I have "carpal tunnel" to which I respond, "isn't that for old people?" to which they respond, "I have carpal tunnel" to which I then felt like a dumbass.
Plus I realized that I'm not that young anymore and that TOTALLY sucked.
So me being my hypochondriacal self, I decided to book an appointment with the family doc, for that night, because for real... I may have been having a stroke... you never know! Thereby, the Boyfriend and I decide to make an adventure out of it. The weather here has been beautiful so we went to one of our favorite, more pricey restaurants and I melted into my tuna burger and a glass of Riesling.
When it came time for my doctor visit I made the Boyfriend go in with me. If I was having a stroke I needed support. My doctor also finds me pretty amusing. I don't think that is a good sign. So she messes with my hand a bit and goes, "I know what this is". And then we go through the whole "does this hurt?"", "does it hurt when I do this?".
But here's the issue, it didn't hurt. So I confess, I say "I drank a glass of wine with dinner! Do you think that would make it not hurt?!?"
She laughs again. Hmm.
Then she puts her pen on her desk and looks at me and goes, "You have tendinitis of the thumb". I'm like "whaaaat?". Then she explains that most people get it from, get this, texting! I knew it! I knew texting was a horrible, horrible advance in technology. I held out on doing it for sooo long. Then that new phone just lulled me into a false sense of security with it's fancy keyboard and BOOM! I have tendinitis.
I am thinking...
What am I thinking?
I'm thinking I am 26 and I have tendinitis... of the thumb.
I also get to wear a sexy thumb brace. Google that. Be jealous.
Yesterday it got much worse. It was throbbing. It felt like there was a stream of fire running from my thumb to my elbow and as much as I massaged it or held it or prayed to Venus, nothing seemed to work. So someone tells me that it sounds like I have "carpal tunnel" to which I respond, "isn't that for old people?" to which they respond, "I have carpal tunnel" to which I then felt like a dumbass.
Plus I realized that I'm not that young anymore and that TOTALLY sucked.
So me being my hypochondriacal self, I decided to book an appointment with the family doc, for that night, because for real... I may have been having a stroke... you never know! Thereby, the Boyfriend and I decide to make an adventure out of it. The weather here has been beautiful so we went to one of our favorite, more pricey restaurants and I melted into my tuna burger and a glass of Riesling.
When it came time for my doctor visit I made the Boyfriend go in with me. If I was having a stroke I needed support. My doctor also finds me pretty amusing. I don't think that is a good sign. So she messes with my hand a bit and goes, "I know what this is". And then we go through the whole "does this hurt?"", "does it hurt when I do this?".
But here's the issue, it didn't hurt. So I confess, I say "I drank a glass of wine with dinner! Do you think that would make it not hurt?!?"
She laughs again. Hmm.
Then she puts her pen on her desk and looks at me and goes, "You have tendinitis of the thumb". I'm like "whaaaat?". Then she explains that most people get it from, get this, texting! I knew it! I knew texting was a horrible, horrible advance in technology. I held out on doing it for sooo long. Then that new phone just lulled me into a false sense of security with it's fancy keyboard and BOOM! I have tendinitis.
I am thinking...
What am I thinking?
I'm thinking I am 26 and I have tendinitis... of the thumb.
I also get to wear a sexy thumb brace. Google that. Be jealous.
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