I appear to have contracted a strange affliction. Now you may well remember me talking to you about ‘Forza claw’, a self-diagnosed problem that affected my hand while playing a racing game against Jack on the Playstation. It was very uncomfortable and meant I had to negotiate the Pringles pot with my left hand, which was none too easy.
Then, a few weeks ago, after spending several hours kneeling on the kitchen floor assembling my flat pack furniture, I developed 'Allen Key arm' – again self diagnosed. This was in truth far less painful, and didn’t impinge upon my snack-eating abilities.
However, I think I may need a second opinion on my current problem. It started just before Christmas and involves a lot of discomfort in my elbow and forearm. Things like taking off my Emu boots, or fastening my bra are a killer, and trying to pour the kettle when it’s full take both hands. I don’t think it’s arthritis, and I only shovelled snow once (although I did wrap a lot of presents), but what do you think it could be?
I am of course planning to see my GP this week, but do you think the funny bump on the curved bit is unusual? I asked Colin to have a look and he poked the bump with his finger… he won't do that again in a hurry I can tell you!! Weird looking things elbows aren’t they??
Any or all suggestions welcome, seriously! Oh and I'm using Arnica Gel which is great. I may have to position myself carefully when we have our photographs taken today for a special publication you’ll be hearing about very soon. Exciting times!
I've so enjoyed reading all your accounts of giving birth to your lovely children and then regaling Colin with them. Poor man now has enough information to set up a maternity home!! Up until this point he has always maintained that NOBODY other than me could remember the event in such detail, but clearly it’s a woman thing and you do!
I do remember asking my mum about giving birth to me, but all she would say was that she had the devils’ own job waking my father up to take her to the maternity hospital. "Can’t it wait until the morning love?” he mumbled groggily, and then after she’d produced all seven and a half pounds of me, he proceeded to eat the supper that was brought for her!
Mind you that pales into insignificance when compared to his words after she gave birth to my brother – their firstborn. “Oh well, maybe we’ll have a girl next time…”. My dad was actually a sweetie, just not really across all that goes on in those special moments as in those days the dads waited outside and smoked cigars as opposed to nowadays when it’s a fight over who’s most entitled to the entinox!
Have a great week!
Love Ali xx