Asshole Ankle

I remember as a child, the joy of leaping from trees, that high of free fall, the solid thud when my feet hit the ground. While I have never liked falling, it never used to slow me down. When my disorders flared and kicked in falls became devastating. My first serious fall was the first year I lived in Surrey. I was trying out for track and field, the relay race, and totally bailed into the gravel. It was my right knee that failed me then. I started seeing doctors shortly after that, I was 14 I believe.

Last night I had my first serious fall inside. I have bailed a few times when wandering about the forest and stuff but most of those could be traced back to a physical object of some sort making my uncooperative meatsuit fail.

Last night all I did was lift up onto the ball of my right foot to climb up onto my very high bed.

I felt my ankle give, it’s not an unfamiliar feeling. Since I severely sprained it dog walking it’s always been extra pissy. The issues with my metatarsal joints just made worse by my defective connective tissue being stretched out more by the injury. So that didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me was landing on my back on the floor. Usually I can compensate and kind of bypass it, kind of hauling myself up with brute strength.

I guess the combination of barometric pressure crash, plus exhaustion, plus everything flaring…but yeah. Regardless I hit the floor hard and while I have no bruises I am tender, both physically and mentally. I needed to use my cane in the house for the first time. Which also happens to be the first time I have used the cane I got from my Uncle, who passed away in November.

I had a good cry about it then put the new rubber bottom on. It’s a lot nicer to use than my all metal one, I assume because the wood absorbs some of the shock. I’m going to have to talk to the doctor about this ankle. Since getting my orthotics the ankle pain is rare. Obviously now I know it’s still fucky and I might need more effective hardware to protect the joint.

Interstitial Cystitis Flare – 08/07/2019

Content warnings: blood, intimate details of my nether regions, urine

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Things have been epically stressful in my life since June 24th.

I thought I was taking enough care with what I was eating and drinking. After all, it’s been YEARS LITERALLY since my Interstitial Cystitis was any sort of issue. It’s been so long I had to look up relief methods.

The flare isn’t entirely unexpected, but it still caught me a bit off guard. Symptoms include high pain levels (ache/burn) in my nether regions and lower abdomen, bladder spasms, urgency, light bleeding.

I have medicating with CBD/THC, acetaminophen, naproxen, and cyclobenzaprine. Drinking lots of water. Avoiding all trigger foods.

Check In – March 3, 2019

I am feeling very unwell today. The barometric pressure has been doing this rollercoaster thing for the majority of the winter. It’s been really rough. Particularly with having to recover from surgery.

The symptoms I’m having right now are the ones that really get to me. I’m used to pain and stiffness and having to gently push through it. These symptoms I can’t really alleviate the I can with pain and stiffness.

The list includes: dizzy, exhaustion, lethargy, light headed, unsteady on my feet, upright is hard. The longer I remain upright, the harder it is to do so. Shakes, swelling, feeling like I’m going to faint. Ugh.

September 2nd 2015

My joints are full of hot broken glass. Had a seven day run of Naproxen, stopped for three days then had to start another round today. Will be trying three days on, three days off. I REALLY dislike heartburn and after taking so many pills for so long I try to be as gentle as I can on my digestive tract and liver. I’ve taken three T3’s today. Currently waiting for the Naproxen/T3/Cyclobenzaprine “nightcap” to kick in. Sleep will not happen until it does. Pain levels hovering around 8-9. At least I’m not nauseated, and the “t” zone isn’t misbehaving.

For any new readers: my “t” zone runs from the base of my skull, down my spine to the bottom of my shoulder blades; Crossed by a line from shoulder to shoulder, the highest pain levels sitting where those lines intersect.