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On my little square inch of ivory, I now have three half-finished LJ entries languishing while I scrabble around saying OW. This is because on Friday evening at Minicon I tripped over my sweetie Eric while we were rounding a corner together, talking animatedly (neither of us can now recall what we were talking about) and rushing to meet David, Lydy, and Ctein for dinner before Opening Ceremonies. I fell flat on my chest, knocking the wind out of myself. I am proud to say that even while I was making Unnnnngggggg noises getting air back in, I thought, "So THAT'S what that feels like!" Several members of the hotel staff were very concerned, as were my dinner partners. It might have been smarter to try icing the injury right away, but I was, amazingly, still very hungry and didn't want to miss Opening Ceremonies. In any case, I felt I was reasonably accurate in my assessment that the problem was not on the surface.
Half the people at Minicon seem to have bruised or cracked a rib at some point in their lives. The general advice was to ice the area, take anti-inflammatories, and not do anything to aggravate the pain. When I saw the doctor a week later, at an appointment previously made for a blood-pressure check, he said pretty much the same thing, confirming everyone's assertions that the medical profession really couldn't do much about the situation. I can't take ibuprofen because it makes my hands swell up ("Weird," commented my doctor), but acetaminophen worked all right for pain control, along with lavish applications of Ben-Gay. He gave me a prescription for Flexeril, which I filled, but I haven't taken any. The patient information sheet alarmed me too much. I have become blase about the possible side effects of antihypertensives, but not about random other drugs, apparently.
I managed my reading and my two panels at Minicon, although I was really not all there for the Sunday afternoon one. I can still, two weeks later, only sleep in one position; at Minicon, I had to build fortresses out of most of the available pillows before I could lie down at all; and since the hotel pillows were soft, these fortresses would gradually subside and need to be flung about and rebuilt several times every night. This kind of activity cuts into one's sleeping time. Fortunately, David, Lydy, Eric and I had split out into two rooms rather than piling into one, so I could have a bed to myself. I am much obliged to Eric for helping me put on my shoes, and for hanging around while I discovered whether it was possible to take a shower. Being in a hotel with high beds, a shallow tub, and a grab bar was probably a good thing for the first few days after this ridiculous event.
At this point, I can cough, breathe, and laugh without any difficulty. Sneezing is still very painful. At Minicon, I had to develop a special high-pitched yelp from the top of my chest so that I could laugh. I perfected it under emergency conditions at
mrissa's reading.
This is the first spring in five years that I haven't had some kind of book deadline, but I can't garden until things heal up. However, I look forward to being able to sleep in a normal position someday. My cat is puzzled, but persists in sleeping as close to me as he can get, pillow fortresses or no pillow fortresses.
Pamela
On my little square inch of ivory, I now have three half-finished LJ entries languishing while I scrabble around saying OW. This is because on Friday evening at Minicon I tripped over my sweetie Eric while we were rounding a corner together, talking animatedly (neither of us can now recall what we were talking about) and rushing to meet David, Lydy, and Ctein for dinner before Opening Ceremonies. I fell flat on my chest, knocking the wind out of myself. I am proud to say that even while I was making Unnnnngggggg noises getting air back in, I thought, "So THAT'S what that feels like!" Several members of the hotel staff were very concerned, as were my dinner partners. It might have been smarter to try icing the injury right away, but I was, amazingly, still very hungry and didn't want to miss Opening Ceremonies. In any case, I felt I was reasonably accurate in my assessment that the problem was not on the surface.
Half the people at Minicon seem to have bruised or cracked a rib at some point in their lives. The general advice was to ice the area, take anti-inflammatories, and not do anything to aggravate the pain. When I saw the doctor a week later, at an appointment previously made for a blood-pressure check, he said pretty much the same thing, confirming everyone's assertions that the medical profession really couldn't do much about the situation. I can't take ibuprofen because it makes my hands swell up ("Weird," commented my doctor), but acetaminophen worked all right for pain control, along with lavish applications of Ben-Gay. He gave me a prescription for Flexeril, which I filled, but I haven't taken any. The patient information sheet alarmed me too much. I have become blase about the possible side effects of antihypertensives, but not about random other drugs, apparently.
I managed my reading and my two panels at Minicon, although I was really not all there for the Sunday afternoon one. I can still, two weeks later, only sleep in one position; at Minicon, I had to build fortresses out of most of the available pillows before I could lie down at all; and since the hotel pillows were soft, these fortresses would gradually subside and need to be flung about and rebuilt several times every night. This kind of activity cuts into one's sleeping time. Fortunately, David, Lydy, Eric and I had split out into two rooms rather than piling into one, so I could have a bed to myself. I am much obliged to Eric for helping me put on my shoes, and for hanging around while I discovered whether it was possible to take a shower. Being in a hotel with high beds, a shallow tub, and a grab bar was probably a good thing for the first few days after this ridiculous event.
At this point, I can cough, breathe, and laugh without any difficulty. Sneezing is still very painful. At Minicon, I had to develop a special high-pitched yelp from the top of my chest so that I could laugh. I perfected it under emergency conditions at
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This is the first spring in five years that I haven't had some kind of book deadline, but I can't garden until things heal up. However, I look forward to being able to sleep in a normal position someday. My cat is puzzled, but persists in sleeping as close to me as he can get, pillow fortresses or no pillow fortresses.
Pamela
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Date: 2011-05-05 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-05 07:06 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2011-05-05 06:58 pm (UTC)And ugh about the injury. Two weeks out you probably have your pillow fortress perfected, or I'd suggest asking any formerly-pregnant people in your vicinity if they had any body pillows left over from their pregnancies. Hope you feel better soon.
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Date: 2011-05-05 07:05 pm (UTC)I was thinking about body pillows during Minicon, yes. I think the need has passed, but if things take a weird turn I'll certainly remember that people who were once pregnant are likely to have a spare one. It wouldn't have occurred to me. Thanks.
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Date: 2011-05-05 07:06 pm (UTC)(Of course you listen to White Stripes, because you're cool.)
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Date: 2011-05-05 07:07 pm (UTC)I am so much the opposite of cool, I can't even tell you.
But I have very, very cool partners, and they give the the semblance of coolness.
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Date: 2011-05-05 07:21 pm (UTC)K. [maybe we'll add an ice pack to the general run of Green Room stuff for next year]
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:21 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2011-05-05 07:33 pm (UTC)The fact that you can cough & laugh says you actually didn't hurt yourself too bad, so you should heal pretty quickly. However, if you get a sharp, stabbing pain or start coughing up blood, go to an emergency room ASAP. That's pretty unlikely unless you do something foolish, like skydiving.
You should be gardening in no time!
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:23 pm (UTC)The Flexeril was to help me sleep. The doctor said that from my description it sounded as if the sleep problems I was having were more likely caused by muscles around the injury cramping up, and the Flexeril would help with that.
I will be sure to put off all my skydiving plans for six months. 8-)
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Date: 2011-05-05 07:56 pm (UTC)My only experience in having the wind knocked out of me happened when I was like 8 or 9 years old. I was having a riding lesson - not actually my idea - when the purportedly calm and placid horse I was on decided that she didn't like me and I should not be on her back.
Suddenly, without any discernable transition, I was on the floor of the riding ring, simultaneously trying to gasp for air and feeling like I'd been hammered across the back and that someone was sitting on my chest to keep me from breathing. It was... quite an experience, let's just say.
Ever since then, I'm afraid, horses and riding lessons have been on the Do Not Want list.
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:25 pm (UTC)I landed on my butt, however, which was unpleasant but didn't involve loss of breath.
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:02 pm (UTC)ouchouchouch
I one had three cracked ribs . . . I hope you do know that healing is asymptotic. The more healed you've gotten, the more it slows down. But it begins quickly enough that I expect (and hope!) that your are past the severe discomfort.
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:26 pm (UTC)I think the worst is definitely past.
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:27 pm (UTC)I probably weigh twice what you do, so I had gravity helping me do a thorough job. And I think you're right about the muscles. Ben-Gay is my friend; I'm actually amazed at how well it works.
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:05 pm (UTC)sending e-mail to you.
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:27 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:08 pm (UTC)Of course, then I would have had to make Serious Andrew Face, which would have spoiled it. I don't know if you've ever seen me make Serious Andrew Face. It is...a thing. (My friend Andrew has a very long, narrow, solemn face. On him it is rather handsome. My attempts to replicate it are...not.)
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:28 pm (UTC)I think we'll defer my viewing of Serious Andrew Face until things are healed up, however.
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Date: 2011-05-05 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-05 09:01 pm (UTC)You have no faith in medicine.
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Date: 2011-05-05 10:30 pm (UTC)I hope you heal quickly.
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Date: 2011-05-06 02:22 am (UTC)Double doses of naproxen also work for me.
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