Reorx The crooked lines of Hugh
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: This post is a typical story kender, wait for, plot twists, paragraphs and paragraphs of ramblings and battles, back and forth in time sudden and a long list of paraphernalia and nonsense. Please have the patience to read it slowly and if you do not understand, re-read with a cup of tea in hand and if possible, a homemade cookie. Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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As promised some time to make a comment, I would like to share with you some technical difficulties which is from late December 2010, my body mountain.
Well, actually we should go back to the past, that time in my life when I was going to hunt frogs in the wild Carbonera river my friend Mari, I did Ranil alarm, because as soon as he saw a beat an ultrasonic squeal and I communicated visually (staring at the aforesaid Animalic, hidden among reeds) the exact position of my prey. Those were days of snacks of oranges, almonds and occasional berries, brokerages days among the ruins of abandoned mills and ... go to school. Sovereign
bearable pain in the ass only, so I fared well in the backyard throwing the compis twenty-one, the hour of gymnastics, the Alternative to religion and handsome and interesting that Walter seemed to me back then ... (Ains. .. what a lack of criterion ... the boy called him CanalPlus, for the bass to be spent ... the caliber of a TV).
Well, in those years, with 12 ídems telling me, if I remember correctly, we did an MOT of those in school, that just as regular reviews of the car, make you nervous, you make " lose "a day y. .. finished with a dreaded piece of paper.
In my case, piece of paper that contained a sentence: POSSIBLE SCOLIOSIS, SEND TO Orthopedics.
I really do not remember what happened then, but maybe it happened that my mother made an appointment with the GP to refer me to the orthopedist, or something similar ... the case that had me x-rays and an orthopedic surgeon reviewed it and told my parents that actually, his daughter had a curved spine and it was he had one leg an inch higher than the other.
And he recommended me up to compensate for that inch.
For those coincidences that has life, I had an orthopedic urbanization orthopedic (specifically, the father of my friend's travels, adventures and cabin mate, swimming and cycling: Alberto. With whom, by the way, I smoked half my first and last cigarette, hidden in our cottage from the open, ending for me party that for crap not worth the gamble with lung cancer.
What we talked about? Ah yes, my hike. Well, my mother confided to my friend's father Alberto my back. And this, after I get a review, concluded, I think, that not only had scoliosis but also his feet were a bit flat and I drew up a pair of insoles blue rare.
those templates I tried for a couple of weeks and I noticed that I was starting to hurt them back (which before, without them, it happened), so, feeling both oddball and over, no reason puteada not stop until I convince my parents that those templates were not doing me any good and was better off without them. And oddly enough, my parents, left to convince, and I could happily hide those ugly templates in the darkness of a closet.
So many years passed, at least, at least, many ^ _ ^ (to December of last month.) Unnoticed for my back. No more pain beyond the typical of poor sleep, to study too (always too) because the handle of the bike was very low ... but nothing remarkable.
however, came in December, coinciding with the visit of a person who had no treatment for a long, long time ... at least ... much ^ _ ^ (from at least three years ago), began my ordeal.
wish I could say without hesitation that I made a bad move (it was not bad, he must be REALLY good), or to undertake strenuous physical exertion without warm up (on the contrary, I love the preliminaries ...) or any of those nice and logical causes people often present on the opening of their injuries ... but I can not, the kender never missed the truth ...
decorate as much;)
But as a good listener, few words are enough, I think I have already given enough hints to my kind and alert readers to imagine how the case unfolded ... so we go to it without further ado:
I think happens the day after the trigger of the case, I noticed itching and cramps in his right leg, and a sharp pain in the right buttock.
I eat a lot after googling the ball enough, I found just where hurt me in the ass, had a muscle called pyramid bastard sometimes inflamed (especially in athletes who do not stretch enough) and, being defamed inflamed sciatic nerve press may produce the same discomfort that I had in the sciatic .
I noticed that random cramps in the leg were beginning to set in motion and after a while diminishing frequency. And it was a muscle cramp, there was a sharp, shooting pain, like a pinch or elective sudden shock.
I decided to leave out completely and to exercise absolute rest, hoping to improve my pain.
I decided to leave out completely and to exercise absolute rest, hoping to improve my pain.
But odd, pain evolved for several weeks and cramps, which were initiated earlier and earlier and kept during the day, having even irradiated and the entire right leg ( including the foot). Sitting for more than a quarter of an hour I found it impossible, the pain and cramping, so I had to walk all the time getting up and walking a bit.
A few days later, the cramps were irradiated to both legs, and, frightened, went to the doctor. It ruled that there appeared to have sciatica but something fucked femoral cutaneous (which is on the side of the thigh) and would have a small swelling that was pinching me. He sent me a treatment with diclofenac (Di-retard), which took several weeks duraante (a hair, no stomach protector, because the doctor did not prescribed it) and that symptoms improved slightly: the cramps became itchy insistent. Which ... sometimes it even less bearable ...
With anti-inflammatory treatment, back pain I located on the left lumbar sacral area and I feared that I did spirometry at that time (January) I would have aggravated the injury because an inspiration abdominal stronger than normal, I felt a terrible pain, like a tear in that area.
spirometry The thing came from before (do not know if I told it had started running a few months ...), the fact is that sometimes gave me asthma after running, especially, the days when he was not breathing well nose. And I went to the doctor to see what happened and he referred me to a pulmonologist, who sent me a spirometry (check the volume of air that can collect your lungs) and the results were more than good, real good ... had values \u200b\u200bas 104%, 106% and 108% ... which means I can take even more air normal (probably thanks to my beloved trumpet, and my ability in terms of diaphragmatic breathing). With such results, it was normal asthma, asthma should be effort ... (Which is triggered by exercise) so I sent a spirometry effort ... but then, I met to taaaaaaaaaan later, I agreed everything with the issue of back injury and I had already abandoned the habit of running and my respiratory system was much better ... and stress test that was where I finish I should do harm by making the strong and sudden inspiration, and then run well on a treadmill (because they make you run for precisely straining).
Indeed, in a hospital in Alicante, with the stress test, mounted on the treadmill and all full of wires and strange devices to measure the volume of air circulating through my lungs ... I publicly and everything ... nurses began to enter and stay inside to watch, fascinated, as I ran and asked the pulmonologist to climb the level of the little machine running so I was not full of beats ... and of course, a young mistress, sweaty, athletic running at full speed which gazelle, apparently, was an event there (I think this test is mainly to make grandpas, lol). Well the fact is that there I ended up messing the back, hips or whatever you have screwed.
spirometry The thing came from before (do not know if I told it had started running a few months ...), the fact is that sometimes gave me asthma after running, especially, the days when he was not breathing well nose. And I went to the doctor to see what happened and he referred me to a pulmonologist, who sent me a spirometry (check the volume of air that can collect your lungs) and the results were more than good, real good ... had values \u200b\u200bas 104%, 106% and 108% ... which means I can take even more air normal (probably thanks to my beloved trumpet, and my ability in terms of diaphragmatic breathing). With such results, it was normal asthma, asthma should be effort ... (Which is triggered by exercise) so I sent a spirometry effort ... but then, I met to taaaaaaaaaan later, I agreed everything with the issue of back injury and I had already abandoned the habit of running and my respiratory system was much better ... and stress test that was where I finish I should do harm by making the strong and sudden inspiration, and then run well on a treadmill (because they make you run for precisely straining).
Indeed, in a hospital in Alicante, with the stress test, mounted on the treadmill and all full of wires and strange devices to measure the volume of air circulating through my lungs ... I publicly and everything ... nurses began to enter and stay inside to watch, fascinated, as I ran and asked the pulmonologist to climb the level of the little machine running so I was not full of beats ... and of course, a young mistress, sweaty, athletic running at full speed which gazelle, apparently, was an event there (I think this test is mainly to make grandpas, lol). Well the fact is that there I ended up messing the back, hips or whatever you have screwed.
took several days and had to discontinue treatment with anti-inflammatory gastrointestinal complaints. Although, to tell this problem to the doctor, he told me to take a stomach protector (a good hour, green sleeves) and X-rays to compare with the ones I have from when I was little and see how it has changed my scoliosis . Unfortunately, the shield does not affect me, because my complaints are more of an intestinal ... and less-hassle-rate, no hassle, this is hell unleashed in my intestines ... I was swollen and digestion bothers me, so I start burriales have flatulence that I produce a few pangs of 15 which left me in pain and sweating bent effort to stay alive, XD. We, many bad.
Returning to the doctor, to commit my loss to the anti-inflammatory, I mentioned where I had located the pain, and he ordered an MRI if it was a herniated disc and a drug. At home I discovered that I had ordered medication was an opioid y. .. I spent the topic. Drug Addiction absurd no thanks. That drug was not going to improve the injury (it was inflammatory, I just adormecería the nervous system and I SEDARI) and above, produce dizziness, drowsiness and dependence ... pff, going, I'm woman enough to endure the pain and I prefer at the moment, although I to tears as I fucked occasionally.
After loooong time (months), I performed two tests.
X-ray the day I was alone at the hospital in Alicante. And every time I go alone to some Lao, something I have to go. And yes, I screwed the afternoon. I do not know if you have an x-ray of the spine once you put a "protector" in the pubic area (a metal plate bundled in tape that you stick on the outside of clothing) not fuck ovaries is very funny ... Anyway, they say the Yankees, the case is that after X-ray me, nurses or factory workers or whatever they were, white coat, I said "you can dress and now go out and tell you something" ... and never heard of them. I spent an hour in a dressing room of 1x2m waiting, opening the door that is strictly forbidden to open from the outside (but says nothing from inside, hehe) because of the danger of radiation exposure, because I was overwhelmed to be in there and sensed it was not normal That's me there waiting so long y. .. surely that was the last of the day and were already almost two in the afternoon, had something to do with my retirement .... In the end, to the ovaries (without protection and, fortunately), I went to the counter and asked if I could leave or I had to give the X (usually pass it directly to your doctor, but it happened that my doctor is in St. Vincent and I went as "displaced") and the kind lady who was there, I said no, I could go, what the results will come from computer to my doctor.
LIE! After an hour's bus (and several fights to climb to it, because being rush hour, were filled and did not stop) in my house and sitting in front of my wonderful spaghetti with tomato and cheese made with love for my wonderful and most loving girlfriend, I called the hospital saying that there has been a mistake and I have to return to pick up the fucking X-ray. And yes, I screwed the new food late because I had to board the bus to Alicante for my x-ray.
On magnetic resonance, as I accompanied my sufridísima, remarkable because nothing happened. Yes, it was my first MRI and it was a new event ... mostly because they decided I have one on Saturday at seven o'clock ... which should be banned ... and making it more sufridísima my ditto, because Curran came up a few hours later, the poor. By the way, if someone is afraid that the resonance of claustrophobia ... that will be forgotten, I had a great time in there and almost fall asleep ... if it were not for the noise made that infernal machine, bombarding ions, the airecito conditioning, tapadita with a blanket and with the headphones on, I would have fondled but well ... Although, of course ... considering that I used to sleep on the bus to uni BlindGuardian host all in my ears ... this is so weird right? XD
Well in short, a month later, I gathered the results of MRI and fucking, I opened the packet containing my name my sentence: no sign of disc disease in the area lumbar.Ahora well, said nothing of the sacred area, that had not revised. I asked
appointment with doctor to show the results of my x-rays and my MRI, and he, who had just returned from vacation and had accumulated a lot of work, I did not fucking case. He said if he had no hernia, that shit, that everything would be due to my scoliosis and fuck me, that this was the life and times would be best and worst times ... and that the pain and cramps were not supposed martyrdom life, maybe disappear.
I left, shocked and depressed. I sent or physical therapy or rehabilitation, or called me with the orthopedic surgeon ... nothing. Fuck me that if I wanted to take opioid medication and endured the pain, for there self. Total
The problem has been maintained so far and I have not followed any treatment for several months. Back pain is chronic, and cramps, stinging and itching, which fucking get worse with:
- Walking and, especially, running.
- Driving and sitting in the seat of the car.
- Certain efforts do not think to mention that my girlfriend tells me off.
- lifting.
- Sleeping on your side.
stretching I started back on my own, but it causes pain and worsen the matter, so I quit. I tried to swim, but my symptoms worse, and I preferred to keep the rest, except for some short trips on foot and occasionally by bicycle, with Hugh, which is the only exercise that gives me no pain or worsens box. Although now I bought a new saddle, and so long as I'm fit as a fucking time because it hurts the ass and hips ...
Every night, since my problems started, I applied heat on the sore areas (shoulder and hip) with a small blanket elective that my parents gave me for my birthday. I bought a latex neck pillow and a pillow to elevate your legs and unload the lower back, I use every day to sleep (for discomfort and annoyance of my wife). The result is that the pain better during the night and morning I'm slightly better, but nevertheless, as the level of activity in the day, the pain and cramps are getting worse until the evening, is unbearable and I can barely walk or be in certain positions either sitting or lying down.
peak a month ago, she did not want myself to make my life so, as I said the doctor, appointment again asked to give up the ass and, with the excuse of having recovered my templates (those that made me My neighbor's father Alberto) and started to wear them again, but I was not convinced whether it served to me (which is true), I got to give me an appointment to the orthopedist.
And since then I like, waiting and waiting, until you reach the coveted 26 May and a specialist can tell my problem, and shine a bit of my existence. For me, I'm up to the very of google life get me in hand, trying to find out what disease ails me and what to do to improve my life and get back to who was ... and because I'm already very very tired of not being able to do no exercise, no effort or walk more than half an hour without feeling riddled with pins and cramps. I look like a disabled grandmother and I have 26 years, damn.
addition'm fat and I can not get my dear muscles because worsen my injury-ghost.
My bloody injury unknown ... may be attributed to many things, as a facet syndrome, paresthesia, a boils in the sacral, a vertebral apophyses fucked .. but apparently, according to my doctor "is scoliosis" mijmo and that you get by.
orthopedic hope to do more if I ... : S
peak a month ago, she did not want myself to make my life so, as I said the doctor, appointment again asked to give up the ass and, with the excuse of having recovered my templates (those that made me My neighbor's father Alberto) and started to wear them again, but I was not convinced whether it served to me (which is true), I got to give me an appointment to the orthopedist.
And since then I like, waiting and waiting, until you reach the coveted 26 May and a specialist can tell my problem, and shine a bit of my existence. For me, I'm up to the very of google life get me in hand, trying to find out what disease ails me and what to do to improve my life and get back to who was ... and because I'm already very very tired of not being able to do no exercise, no effort or walk more than half an hour without feeling riddled with pins and cramps. I look like a disabled grandmother and I have 26 years, damn.
addition'm fat and I can not get my dear muscles because worsen my injury-ghost.
My bloody injury orthopedic hope to do more if I ... : S
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