I was in the supermarket yesterday, on my way to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adrian_turtle's, when my left hip started hurting badly. I had already selected lettuce, and (perhaps foolishly) went on to the back of the store, picked up a quart of milk, paid, and went to the bus stop (rather than putting the lettuce down and heading for the exit). By the time I'd made it to Adrian's apartment (up about a flight and a half of stairs, carefully, one step at a time, I sat down on the loveseat purely because it was closer to the door than the couch.
It was a slow and painful evening, despite pharmaceutical painkillers (naproxen and acetominophen), applying heat to the hip, and moving as little as possible. Adrian kindly did every bit of making our dinner, brought me tea, and so on, which helped physically and psychologically.
I was feeling somewhat better this morning, after a night's sleep, but took more painkillers after breakfast (rather than on an empty stomach). I spent the morning there, then called a Lyft to get me home after lunch. (Otherwise it's two buses plus a few-blocks walk, or bus to subway to bus, and I'm not sure how much walking would be involved within the Harvard or Alewife T station.)
I added a small dose of a muscle relaxant to the regimen, and am keeping track of how much I've taken when using a text file on the computer. (I'm most concerned about the amount of acetominophen, but also keeping an eye on the NSAIDs.) By dinnertime I was feeling enough better to stand up while carving a chicken, but I am still taking small steps and moving carefully.
It's Friday evening; if I am not feeling a lot better by Monday morning i will call my doctor's office. In the meantime, I am going to rest, skip my regular exercises (most of which I do standing) and even leg stretch, and apply more heat.
[this is mostly for my own later reference.]
adrian_turtle's, when my left hip started hurting badly. I had already selected lettuce, and (perhaps foolishly) went on to the back of the store, picked up a quart of milk, paid, and went to the bus stop (rather than putting the lettuce down and heading for the exit). By the time I'd made it to Adrian's apartment (up about a flight and a half of stairs, carefully, one step at a time, I sat down on the loveseat purely because it was closer to the door than the couch.It was a slow and painful evening, despite pharmaceutical painkillers (naproxen and acetominophen), applying heat to the hip, and moving as little as possible. Adrian kindly did every bit of making our dinner, brought me tea, and so on, which helped physically and psychologically.
I was feeling somewhat better this morning, after a night's sleep, but took more painkillers after breakfast (rather than on an empty stomach). I spent the morning there, then called a Lyft to get me home after lunch. (Otherwise it's two buses plus a few-blocks walk, or bus to subway to bus, and I'm not sure how much walking would be involved within the Harvard or Alewife T station.)
I added a small dose of a muscle relaxant to the regimen, and am keeping track of how much I've taken when using a text file on the computer. (I'm most concerned about the amount of acetominophen, but also keeping an eye on the NSAIDs.) By dinnertime I was feeling enough better to stand up while carving a chicken, but I am still taking small steps and moving carefully.
It's Friday evening; if I am not feeling a lot better by Monday morning i will call my doctor's office. In the meantime, I am going to rest, skip my regular exercises (most of which I do standing) and even leg stretch, and apply more heat.
[this is mostly for my own later reference.]