taennyn: a woman's torso, left elbow and right hand visible and decorated in henna designs (wild by the roadside)
My bad ankle actually feels like an ankle for the first time in almost two years (my knee is extremely confused about this), and my chippy hip is looser than usual.

I've been told to keep my witchy fingers inside my own goddamn hands (or the equivalent in inarticulate noises) four times already. =D
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
So annoyed that taping my fibula to my tibia makes walking dramatically less uncomfortable.
taennyn: (at the altar of knowledge)
I just went from a 27-cross braid (with the last seven-plus crosses ratty and split-ended and narrow) to a 10-cross. =\ I'd been hoping to go from sacrum-length to waist-length, but apparently leaving Tendrils wasn't on.

On the plus side it's going to be harder for my hair to tickle the insides of my elbows, what with the whole 'only just past ends of shoulderblades' thing.

She remembered me, and I got to rub the ears of her teenage beagles lots (they're very cute when they mostly want their ears rubbed and to try to climb into your lap, as opposed to baying at stray air currents).

Definitely going to be weird to turn my head on the pillow and not see the tendrils for a while.

-

Slipped my neck yesterday afternoon. Not the worst slip I've ever had, but bad, and I was incredibly grateful I not only had prescription sunglasses but that I'd remembered to take them with me. I got errands done on the way home! :)

I may have even pinpointed exactly the circumstances for a bad neck slip: moving from deep flexion into extension when my head and neck are roughly parallel to the floor (so gravity is pretty much at maximum for my neck muscles trying to hang onto my skull). So leaning far backwards into open space and then looking at the floor (hello neck slip during reformer ii class!) is a 'use extreme caution' affair, as is propping my thighs on an arc with my hands on the floor and playing teeter-totter with my feet and head, then choosing to look up when my head's nearly at the bottom of the arc (hello yesterday. Ow).

Stupid neck.

.... Huh.

Jun. 24th, 2014 10:46 am
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
I don't want to jinx it? But this is the longest period my problem ribs have gone without slipping back out of where they're put, and breathing . . doesn't hurt.

This is really, really confusing. O.o; Awesome, but confusing.

I mean, the problem ribs have been problems since the summer of 2005, before I bashed my elbow in early 2006. They've gotten more or less progressively better since they were accurately diagnosed as a rib issue (not a shoulder issue) in '08. If nothing else I can walk up a steep hill without wheezing and try plank and plank related poses now. =P But they've been maaaad for . . six months? Ish? Multiple months, anyway, of walking into a physio appointment and going 'yeah, the rib ache is back, my shoulder's clunking when I try to use my right arm as a stabiliser for bridging, and my scapula is winging at the bottom edge when the humerus is internally rotated* and I can't get it flush with the ribs' every damn week.

*: New physios are always a fun enterprise. Especially before I made the decision of eventually being one, when it was just four years of injury treatment and paying attention to what people were working on.

much babble )

But I did a TRX class yesterday afternoon--being really specifically careful of the ribs during the warmup phase, because oy--and didn't lose the shoulder. Pullup progression didn't tick into biceps; three or four people apparently made O.o; face about how good that looked. One of 'em commented after the class about it.

I did the Official Demo of Pike with feet in straps, which involves pivoting around your shoulders, and while it was Work? I didn't grind in the shoulder joint.

*fingers crossed* I think this is the first time I've actually felt like I've gotten ahead of the damned ribs.

Now I just have to get through Mat 2 without hooping everything. >.>
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
Setup, to save eating reading lists )

I was expecting a rather needly appointment. Instead we wound up talking about the limbic system* and how breathing pattern/depth/speed and eye movement/blink rate can tell an observer how someone's doing.

*: I know this term is getting outdated, so if anyone has an update, please let me know!

This is going to be somewhat babbly and nonlinear, since I can't find a good internet source to paraphrase from, and may be wrong in the particular tiny-level details of why this works because I wasn't taking notes Monday. That said, I did a pilates session before I saw her Monday, and a second session yesterday afternoon, and my body shifted between 'em.

By staring, breathing, and humming.

I wish I was kidding. I'm not: instead of pulling on my diaphragm and my pelvic floor to do ab work, I got a broader sense of less-ouchy work through more of my belly, and I could use my iliopsoas muscles like they weren't welded to my inner curves of hipbone. o.O

So, limbic calming. It's a thing.

--

Plotting against your lizard brain, a primer )

--

Related reading: A Dr Stephen Porges interview on his polyvagal theory and methods on using other humans to calm an Inner Lizard/trying to help calm someone's Inner Lizard.

a babbly post I made after reading the Porges interview talking about acoustic therapy protocols for anxiety, and noting a new term for the 'I'm driving a meatsuit with bad controls' problem: 'sensory processing dysfunction'.

-

Questions, corrections, links, and New People are welcomed to this post. So yes, if you want to link people here, that's cool. :)

Owie.

Jan. 31st, 2014 04:43 pm
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
Hokay, so. Through the luck of the draw, I managed to get in to see my ex-pat Aussie physio twice in the last couple weeks (Thursday last week, and today).

I really enjoy seeing her. She's terrifyingly good at what she does, and is seriously active in her field.

Which in this case means she got a chance to get IMS* training recently. And offered to try it on my upper thoracic, since I'd mentioned the IMS treatment I'd been getting in Vancouver was being great for the hip stuff, but I was just sort of scraping by on the arm and shoulder symptoms in terms of functionality.

*: intra-muscular stimulation. I babbled about it some here

She approaches IMS the way she approaches everything--she pins down her target very precisely, and then *happens* to it.  )

Last week I wasn't able to weight-bear for plank or pushup because I couldn't seat my arms into my shoulders down into my core last week (to the point I had to switch to minimal-depth wall pushups the day the Aussie went after my left teres complex. Holy shit my shoulder was mad).

Yesterday I did the best plank and pushup I've ever done. My arms were working but my triceps weren't burning, and my pectoral muscles weren't shrieking about the offenses carried out against them. I felt steady enough in a plank to try bringing a knee at a time up towards my chest. I didn't fall over.

My scapulae move. I can bring my shoulders lower than I can remember ever being able to, and the crunchy grindy feeling when I try to bring my scapulae together on my back is remarkably reduced.

Apparently teres was a major player in my lack of shoulder mobility.

Go figure. O.o;;;
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
I'm having to spend less concentrated time focused on the hip stuff--I can spend five minutes stretching and moving around and the hip sort of . . . unknots. Which is all kinds of interesting. And very weird.

IMS 8 was good to me? O.o;;;;;

babble on IMS hereunder )
taennyn: (lady in gray)
IMS session 8 on the hip was. . exciting.

I saw her on Friday as well as today--my body does a defensive tighten-up around my cycle start, which is probably for the best considering I'd probably dislocate something if everything went even stretchier than normal--and we hit some way deeper, way, way madder spots today than we managed on Friday.

'Just lateral of the right hip flexor' deeper, madder spot. (I cuss about this spot a lot in person. It's what locks up my hip when I'm sitting for extended periods. Like, say, driving.)

This muscle worked its way up into full-tension twitching around the needle at least five times. Without her doing more than hang on to my hip and the needle so my hip didn't try to take it away from her. I was warning her about when it was going to twitch again. Oy.

I was kiiind of limping leaving the office and getting home.

Ow. Definitely not trying anything ambitious today, and I have to be down in Ferndale for Wed-Thurs for a meds represcription (Yup. Still being used for nerve pain. Still working. No change in side effects.) so no YYoga classes later in the week. Definitely trying for the mat pilates class Thursday afternoon, though. :D

Might make the Sunday YYoga pilates class again. Might not, Sarah's talking about coming in for the weekend.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
(I went to the afternoon class today. I was in the right country, why not.)

It was a big class, bigger than she was planning, and I kind of got left to my own devices for a lot of the 'Okay, self, can we do this thing we've been told to do? Yes? Okay. Will we do ourselves an injury doing it? . . . Crap, let's back off a little' front.

She noticed that I was having to back off, and said in her email that she never has to worry about me--I'm willing to back off instead of pushing myself to the point of injury. (Which is upsetting for everyone.)

<3 I miss being able to see her every week.

(I should really get on finding someplace up north.)

... Huh.

Oct. 18th, 2013 09:23 pm
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
So I got talked into going bowling tonight.

I had no idea how my hand/elbow was going to hold up, so I was being really upfront about the likelihood of me sucking.

Um.

I finished fourth of the pack of six players, got accused of being a sniper about seven times before my hand gave out 2/3 of the way through the game, and managed two strikes and two spares.

The hell.
taennyn: (prices paid)
My elbow's gotten moderately flared in the last week, much to my disgust.

It got stabbed with needles Monday and today, but it's sort of put paid to a swathe of my self-motivation.

I dragged myself to a yoga class yesterday, and made dinner 2.5 times in this past week (you know it's bad when you'd rather do sloppy knifework nipping at either end of green beans than pinch the damn things off).

At the same time, I'm capable of making dinner, even if the knifework's sloppy, and as long as I'm cautious about arm stuff, I can go to a low-level yoga class and feel a little bit better for having done it.

Owwww.

Sep. 15th, 2013 11:34 pm
taennyn: (Loki)
Zach talked me into going for a very low-level offroading expedition today. I'm not entirely sure how, but he did.

He's got a picture of me standing on top of his Jeep trying to get a picture of the elevation gain we'd made in the last twenty minutes (impressive. The Widow* couldn't capture the right angle for scale, in part because we couldn't stop at the best viewpoint. Stupid sheer dropoffs).

We pushed my hip uncomfortably far before we reached our halfway point, which is good knowledge to have if very uncomfortable . .

And then there was a serious accident on the Sea-to-Sky highway on our way home. A 'turn off your vehicle, you've got a 90 minute wait for one lane of traffic to be allowed through' level accident, and no other way to get home.

I wound up curled hatefully in the back seat squinting at the Widow's screen and thanking whoever cared to listen that we were back in cell/data range.

*: I'm still convinced my phone is building a SHIELD dossier on me, okay?

..... Huh.

Sep. 4th, 2013 02:00 pm
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
So I'm looking for physiotherapists in Vancouver. Saw one at a clinic in Kitsalano, and she suggested two other people at that clinic for the pelvic stuff.

Saw the one with a scheduling hole earlier today.

She's new enough to pelvic work that she listened to my history, made eep face, then paused, blinked at me, and asked if I'd ever tried IMS (IntraMuscular Stimulation).

I said no, was it that dry-needling technique one of my Bellingham PTs had mentioned a while ago, and she said yes. Asked if I was willing to try it, and I said sure. Why not. I have no needle problems.

Now my adductors are muttering 'wtf just happened here'. There's give. It's very weird.

I also really need to not try running right now. I'd fall on my damned face.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
I put K on a plane yesterday, and today Mom and I have been working on Cleaning The Fairhaven Place. Mom very kindly worked on kitchen, laundry and bathroom floors, because having to put weight on my hands is still not my favourite thing, and the damned vinyl in this place looks dirty even when it's scrubbed, because of how the plastic gets marred. =|

I've been working on the kitchen--including the tops of the cabinets, even though the landlord's only got a couple of inches on me, because I like him and I want to return this place in as-good shape as I can.

Pilates, yoga, and physio have made a massive difference, even in just the last year.

We tried to break for sushi for lunch--couldn't, because Blue Fin's day-closed is today and Wasabee is open for dinner at 5:30--and wound up eating deli salad samplers at the local grocery store, and I was driving. After a solid four hours of handwork.

And then we went back and did some more. Mom went through and shopvacced baseboards, and I started going through the fridge.

The internet in Ferndale isn't up--the modem got misdelivered, and the redelivery process is going awkwardly--which is annoying as hell.

Mom had a reservation for the train heading south in the evening, and when time was coming due Veggie was on the phone with the internet company, and I was on the landline doing a WA State Health Survey (long story. We got a randomly selected letter about a month ago, and I wanted to participate, because I may have had just a little participation in the health care system here. I think I may have skewed my demographic. >.>), so Mom wound up driving herself down to catch the train. Which was kind of embarrassing. Went fine, because Mom's a trooper, and Veggie drove me down to collect the car when we were done, but oy. Timing.
taennyn: (prices paid)
A week (almost exactly) after smacking myself on the head, my right eye wasn't quite tracking perfectly, but otherwise symptoms have largely gone away.

My ex-pat Aussie PT--who spent several years working in a brain-trauma unit--isn't worried about me.  Worked on my head (which wasn't awesome, I wound up lying around for a bit that afternoon since I didn't want to drive to Vancouver with a slightly wonky eye) and suggested I avoid clocking myself again, but not worried.

My body continues to carry the field in the conflict. =|

..........

May. 2nd, 2013 07:49 pm
taennyn: (Loki)
Soooooo.

Veggie and I came up to Vancouver this afternoon (I did not want to make the drive alone, but have jury duty starting the 13th so am weekending instead of spending two weeks up).

My body and I have been skirmishing of late. It is not awesome.

I had sort of gained the lead, as of today (two and a half hours of physical therapy this week. Ay yi yi). Even went to a pilates class this afternoon and had a good time.

My body retaliated by having me clock myself a good one on the top of the head getting out of the car.

Apparently my pupils are different sizes right now.
taennyn: (dried memories of summer)
Especially for a sparks list that came to twenty pieces in the end.

On the other hand, I accidentally cleared ten thousand words doing it? And have several starting points for expanded/continued pieces.

Which, y'know, yay.

Just, huh. I feel out of practice.

And my hand is seriously mad at me. =\

(Mind, it's been a bad couple of body weeks in general, but writing hasn't helped it any.

In related news, ow. Stupid hip. Stupid sacrum. Stupid hamstrings. Stupid shoulders. Really stupid arm.)
taennyn: low-angle view of a woman in folded-up jeans and green shoes walking along a railroad track. (Dorothy's got nothin' on these)
And on the surface it sounds so 'woo~ooo, I feeeeel the energy of your booooody'.

Doesn't help that one of the big names in the field is really, really French.

That said, when you walk into a physical therapy appointment, the therapist puts their hand on top of your head, and then they say 'Wow. Isn't that interesting' and put their other hand on your back, brush their fingers up and down a bit and then add 'So that big judder goes away if I've got my hand on your liver..' you kind of have to pay at least some attention, y'know?

So there's this French osteopath by the name of Jean-Pierre Barral.... )

That said, I can totally buy an organ getting out of whack and not being able to untangle itself getting pretty ugly, no problem. I mean really. I know people who've had emergency gall bladder removal surgery. I have acid reflux and medication-induced intestinal issues. Unhappy organs? Not awesome.

People who know how to coax unhappy organs into functioning better? Rather more awesome!

So!

Have some links.
The Barral Institute: Discover Visceral Manipulation and their article database

The International Association of Healthcare Practitioners (a professional network of more than 100,000 therapists who have taken continuing-education classes from Upledger, Barral, & IAHE affiliates)' find a therapist page.

I'm trying out a massage therapist in North Van sometime next week, because while the MT I already see is great for the muscular and joint issues, she's not anywhere near as comfortable digging around in some of the other stuff. If the new one's good, I'll pass info along for the locals.

I chose her specifically because she's done all the visceral classes the IAHP has listed, with classes in neural work, manual articular and cranio-sacral as well. There was someone else in the clinic with my current MT, but their specialty is cranio-sacral, and that's not what I'm after.

In general my criteria would be looking for the people with as many classes taken as possible, because there is some really fascinating new work in the field and people who are keeping up with it are going to be better-equipped to poke monkeys with chronic and recurrent troubles in new ways.

Which lord knows a few of us might just possibly be. <3
taennyn: (it's only me)
You're going to get what falls out of my head. =P Or you can suggest something for me to babble about, because lord knows I'm having trouble with that whole 'post at least once a week' thing.

As things stand you're going to be getting an update as to how physiotherapy and exercise are going.

swimming, yoga, pilates and evil thumbs behind the cut )
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
This post is not about that. (Although, just to be brief: MUWAHAHAHA SOON PEOPLE WILL TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!)

This post, instead, is about trying yoga.

See, I woke up feeling not-awesome Sunday, squinted at the universe, decided swimming would be really, really dumb* so instead decided I'd try out another of the yoga studios I had on the list.

*: Swimming would have helped the grunchy section of my hip and thigh, I think, but my ribs and shoulder, not so much. I've been coughing when I laugh again--got on the cancellation list to get the ribs worked on sooner

That one marked my third-ever yoga class, and was my second yin class. Restorative yoga's ten-minute poses weren't as helpful, since my bones started trying to settle into the shapes the pose had created for them, instead of my muscles going 'oh, hey, okay, so you want us to relax, right?'.

Over the next couple of days new year's celebrations happened, as they are wont to do, and I think I may have walked about three kilometers. (turns out I can walk home from 3rd and Forbes! Woo?)

Wednesday, there was another class I was mildly interested in--a stretch class with the studio founder--and I figured I'd see how I did in that one, and maybe stick around for the hatha flow class to see how I held up.

Answer: ye gods.

I, ah. I didn't fall over? And am really really glad I didn't try to go higher than a hatha flow class. Yow.

I am really unsure if I want to make that a habit. O.o;

But pilates has been going well (really well, to tell truth), so something else physically a bit scary might be in order.

reaction breakdown of the flow class for self before I forget )
taennyn: (prices paid)
So, I managed to break my streak of not-writing by virtue of throwing the Morrigan at the problem (she's surprisingly effective for that). Posted part one of a nearly self-contained deaths piece Saturday . . . and then promptly flared.

On a week where I'm not scheduled to see the regular physio.

Admittedly, this is a flare that would barely have registered as one a couple of years ago. And I'm not currently in excruciating pain--I can still do bank recs and fill orders without having to ask for help--but writing/any sustained fine motor control is Right Out. =\

I decided Sunday morning--after my tweaked neck had finally calmed down enough to let me drag myself out of bed--that asking my arm to support my weight was a stupid idea and didn't sign up for a pilates class for this morning, no matter how much the rest of me might like to move.

I also called and put myself on the physio cancellation list right when the office opened this morning (and got 'I'm A Morning Person' Chipper!Accounting on the phone, ye gods).

Ordinarily this is a pretty silly thing to do; this office books out a month-plus in advance and my expat Aussie is deservedly popular. I asked for both her and the physio assistant, not reeeeally expecting to make it in for more than a half hour with the assistant.

Just got called back with back-to-back half-hour openings for the Aussie and the assistant tomorrow afternoon.

\o.

(If someone stuck a thumb on a balance pan, I really appreciate it. <3)
taennyn: (prices paid)
I'd meant to keep going, see if I could hit twelve for this month, but no go. Shoulder's gone off again.

Not severely, I don't even have the raging headache portion of the new trick, but I'm losing fine motor control. Gross motor--driving, most of pilates class tonight--has been fairly okay, at least over short periods, but oy.

Argh. I'll just have to do fourteen in June. I should be able to manage that, right?

(In other news, in the ten pieces I did finagle this month, I cleared twenty-two thousand words. My 'whut.' face.)
taennyn: (a complex dance)
(In case you're curious, Scotch is awesome.)

Two more things:

I've written three thousand words today, and no you can't see them. Expansion of old sketch that turned into six internal parts, and I only have 1, 2, and 6 written. No post for you yet.
Also, ye gods.

I'm experimenting with dropping the nerve med dosage back to 75mg. Mostly because on 75mg I wrote 35,000 words in a month, and on 100mg I can be physically active to an unprecedented degree, but I appear not to write much at ALL. So we'll see if the physical sticks around and the creative picks back up.
If it doesn't, I got the 100mg 'scrip filled as 75s and 25s, instead of the usual oceans of 50s, so I can get back up if three weeks of experiment does not go awesome.
taennyn: (prices paid)
So, initial context: at my regular physio office, I alternate therapists (between an expat Aussie who I love for not warning me when she's going to do Things to my joints--yes, really, not warning me is a plus in this case oh my god that was terrifying--and an assistant physio who does more visceral stuff), and I was looking forward to seeing the expat Aussie today.

I got a call just before 8am that she'd called out sick.

Now, ordinarily I'd try to get into the assistant's schedule, but this office has been slammed since one of their senior physios is out following a total knee replacement surgery. So there ain't no way--I'll see the assistant next week.

This would be fine except that I've had a headache for a couple of days, one of the ones that really only responds to someone playing with my neck.

So I called the specialist's office and left a message, and texted a massage therapist to see if either of them had openings today or tomorrow. Massage therapist got back to me first, appointment tomorrow at 4.

Specialist office got back to me a couple hours later, tried to offer me tomorrow at 3. Yeah, no.

But then today's 3pm appointment late canceled, and with twenty minutes notice, I came in to see the specialist.

She asked what I wanted to work on, and I said neck and arm, and if we had time my hip was behaving badly, too, but neck and arm first.

So she laid me out and started the physio version of the laying on of hands, and then went 'wow, judder, judder!' about the left side of my skull, and started working on things, with a certain air of 'ye gods'.

Asked me what I'd rate my headache.

I told her a 2.

She kinda blinked at the top of my head, said 'really?', and I replied that she hadn't seen me on a 7 day.

We kinda agreed that chronic pain messes with your perception levels, dug around for a while longer in my neck and shoulder, poked the giant hip knot, then strapped me to Tony Stark's Kittens for half an hour.

Gotta say I'm feeling better than when I woke up this morning.

Oog.

Feb. 21st, 2012 07:35 pm
taennyn: (this is not a tea icon)
Not sure if this headache is from falling asleep over a traytable on the train this morning or having the specialist play with my liver this afternoon*.

Or, y'know, the snuffling cold. =\

I love my body, I love my body . . .


*: Liver-playing involved slumping forward, which means head dropped forward. Oog twice.
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
And the beginnings of the itchy stage, but I suspect that's at least half hair growing back from where she shaved my arm.

It's kind of interesting to realise that I probably could not have gotten this tattoo before this year.

Between the bougainvillea ink and now, I've had a truly appalling number of physio hours, three tendon-healing injections (says something when I'm wandering around going 'Yeah, this is easier than when I had the injections' about a fifteen inch inner arm tattoo) and fun nerve drugs.

Hurrah progress.
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
My physiotherapist had to whack my elbow joint back into alignment. Again.

I totally need a mallet in my kitchen drawers.
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
Bit of Brain 1: .... I want tattooooos

Bit of Brain le Deux: You're getting tattoos the fifth of November.

Bit of Brain 1: *le pout*


This is so gonna hurt. And itch like crazy while healing up. But hey. Ink. Soon. After I've known location if not design for years now.

Om.

Also, riesling. Who needs extremity nerve response?
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
But I am refraining. Ask [livejournal.com profile] billradish if you really want to know.

In other news, we have briefly had a [livejournal.com profile] sarahdarkes in residence, which is always fun. We are the death of tea as a group and she is individually the death of toffeebars. And the leftover frosting, because let's face it, she needs the calories.

Unrelated to our lady guest, I am idly pondering mallets again. Not sure if it's not getting the elbow actually addressed in physio Thursday, or if it's an uptick in driving. Guess time will tell.

*wanders away to find a nice mallet. or maybe an ice pack, dammit*
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
and also asked if I was alive over there. >.>

I told her I'd get back to her (We were supposed to be doing four curlups over a ball. I was managing two. While shaking like a leaf. Then being forced to rest for a bit. And then grimly going back for another two, because dammit, body...).

Different pilates teacher today, though one I know. She's in classes with me regularly, and is actually the one who complimented me last week about my strength going up a Lot and my planks looking a lot better.

We did a lot of whole-body-moving-together-the-RIGHT-way in class. Oigh, my aching everything. Also the interestingly off-timing response of my left hand now. Neat. (If also annoying.)

And then after class, done, bedraggled, and intent on sushi, I paused to say hi to my massage therapist, who's on the street level of the same building as pilates is in, and he complimented the way I was dressed. And then the pilates teacher wandered upstairs and repeated the compliment, obviously not having heard the massage therapist.

Huh, sez I. And thanked them both, suggested a place for the teacher to peer at (I may try emailing her with more), and went forth for salmon.
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
It looks chilly out there.

It is full of lies. It's actually colder inside the house than it is outside (the same held true of yesterday. I walked out the front door and went O.o;; at how warm it was).

I would like my radial nerve to stop trying to join the club. It's very annoying--if somewhat scientifically interesting* to run my hand up the outside of my left upper arm and find a really distinct hot spot after a pilates class.

The seasonal changeover in stores is making me slightly sad, for two reasons. One, I do not have the money to buy ALL the things I like**, omg!, and two, I have nowhere to wear the pretty office clothing to. I leave the house to go grocery shopping, to pilates, and to physiotherapy right now (well, and to visit Vancouver, who will probably try to drown me as a way of saying hi).

Opening the Two Rivers sequence documents for the Trickwood Unification period resulted in me trying to juggle six river barons on almost no prior acquaintance. This is disconcerting.


*reads up* Hm. That's four things. And I'm coming up blank on a fifth. Okay.


Here, have a penguin post.





*: *adds obligatory remark from root vegetable:* "Stop finding yourself scientifically interesting!"

**: Thank you, fashion world, for having rust, copper, brown, teal, green, cream, grey and plum for your fall palette this year. You make my brain haaaaappy. (Which is surprising, considering I don't actually like plum or purple that much.)
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
And thinking that I really didn't want to do my physio exercises.

Sooo I went to a lunchtime pilates session. And happened to run early enough to watch the tail end of the previous higher-level class.

Which gave me a new adductor and a new hip stretch.

Muwahahaha?

Now I just have to find something low enough to pretend to be a pilates box so I don't mush my nose on the floor when I slip.

Also, I figured out some of why the inner side of my forearm and medial elbow are all bitchy. Yeeeah. That'd be the stabilisers that keep the arm from collapsing underneath me when I'm supporting myself on my hands.

Which I haven't used in five years because putting weight on my hands was a Really Bad Idea.

The things we learn!

.. ow.

Aug. 27th, 2011 07:43 pm
taennyn: (prices paid)
Radial nerve channel, stop taking inspiration from the ulnar nerve channel.

One would think being Done with summer classes would let me write. But nooooooo, fine motor control has to be Tricky. *grumps*

In other news, new couch is finally in the living room. There were fewer dust bunnies than anticipated under the old couch. This one will breed more--harder to get a broom under it.

Esat Coast, one hopes Irene does not hug like an overenthusiastic aunt (too long and far too close). 'Luck, guys.

(Ow. I don't usually want ink tracing the outer edge of my left deltoid. And the inner-elbow ink is usually less . . long. Argh.)
taennyn: (dried memories of summer)
No, really. I went from scraping 90s at best on the 102 tests to doing 95s with no extra credit on the 103 tests. (Now if only I'd left my guesses intact on that one test--would've had a 98 on that'n with the extra credit.)

I am finally done. DONE! HAH!

I'd celebrate, only my elbow decided it'd had enough of this shite late last week (to the point the teacher asked if I was okay one afternoon) and massage etc has made only a light dent in the angry.

Fortunately, I have PT this afternoon and I won't be going and aggravating it by taking notes and doing composition exercises this coming week.

... at least it waited until week 8 of 9 to go off. =\ Hail extensive physio and prescription medication.

Now, to sunny Vancouver!

Where I will huddle under a beach umbrella and hiss back at the daystar while boys scramble around on rocks. (Me scrambling around on rocks with my elbow like this is a very short road to homicidal-with-pain Tae, who nobody likes.* And the daystar is evil.**)


*: I suppose she might be entertaining if pointed at someone else...

**: sunscreen is the hobgoblin to the daystar's devil. No, really. You can watch the freckles bloom for the five minutes it takes before the burn starts. And almost all sunscreens make me break out. =|
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
Now we just have to figure out how to get it from her house to mine (answer: lure boyfriend southwards. An Accord, a Legacy and a Pathfinder do not a five-foot couch transport make. Not without one of them being a secret TARDIS, and one would think the mechanic would have noticed...).

This is not shaping up to be a good body week. It's possible I'm coming down with something--at least one of my classmates has a wet cough--and whacking my bad elbow hard enough to raise a bruise with a dining room chair Sunday hasn't exactly helped.

Naturally I had a test yesterday and have another one Thursday.
taennyn: (no-one's idea of a mona lisa)
Should it be screaming? Should it feel okayish? WTF??????

My triceps, on the other hand, want to know what they ever did to me to deserve that.

I think my hamstrings may actually be hissing at me. It's hard to tell past the stream of questionmarks.

101 had an ending interview. 102, upping the ante, has an ending 10-12 minute skit in French, with rules, and points given for things like comprehensibility and creativity.

My joy face. Fortunately I semi-accidentally grabbed two high school drama geeks who've been going oooooer the last couple days.

I may wind up having had a duel with a giant chicken last week. *solemn*
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
Yes, really.

No, the only things I'm on are prescription.

So I've been reading a book lately (emphasis sadly on the past tense, given that French ate my skull) on trigger points, and one of the therapy tools recommended for home treatment (in addition to superballs, golf balls and a small monstrosity called a Theracane) is a tennis ball.

You smush it between you and a wall, or between you and a floor/bed, and roll it in small arcs over something that's bugging you.*

Say, the back of a right hip: you start with the ball smushed against the right edge of your sacrum, and roll/squirm around until the ball is hanging out in an ouchy spot, work there for a bit, then move on.

You will likely wind up working everything from your lower back to the upper area of the back of your thigh as a result, and drop the stupid ball two or three times in the process**, but when you walk away from the wall your hip will, well, move.

This process will either make you look like a truly demented belly dancer or someone attempting to become one with a wall (let's just say working on a pectoral muscle is ouchy and weird looking, shall we?).

On the other hand, I haven't had to ask my physiotherapist to specifically unknot my hip in two weeks.

It's not as effective as I'd like on my arm, though it does seem to help with the lateral knot--I occasionally idly think if I didn't already have ink in the general area I should go for a Celtic- or Gordian-inspired series of knots along my lateral elbow, the angry little bastard--and I can't take the time necessary to properly work on my rhomboid because the ribs under there start making rattlesnake noises.

The book also sounds a bit like my dad right after he's found a New Shiny Thing and it is obviously the answer*** to everything, so I'm having a bit of trouble taking it entirely seriously, but it's definitely interesting reading.



*: Yes, you can do this to your feet, too, though the book claims a golf or superball is more ideal because they're smaller and can zero in on deeper muscle groups. Don't use a wall. The floor will work better. =P

**: Apparently trapping the ball in a tall heel-less sock helps with the escapee problem, but I imagine that mostly works for upper back areas, where you can hold the end of the sock.

***: The book does not consist of one page labeled 42, I promise.
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
For instance: Sunday, I did an hour-and-a-half session of pilates. Once I got home, my boyfriend made puppy eyes to the point where we went out and played on the sandstone boulders at the local state park's beach. Admittedly I scrambled up on top of something and had a nap while he tried to get in touch with his inner spider-goat, but hey, I went and did Things right after a session.
That evening I walked down to the train station to send him off in style (for certain values of style, anyway). And again, I did Things!

Monday I had to avoid some of my home exercises because my core muscles were pretending to be the French transportation unions. (Why no, 2003 Paris left no impressions whatsoever, why do you ask?)

Wednesday I went to another pilates session (this one involving a lot of quadriceps work; tupinan jumpboard).

Thursday [livejournal.com profile] billradish and [livejournal.com profile] dormouse_in_tea and I went down to Pike Place Market. Unsurprisingly my legs wanted to know what exactly I was thinking with this steep slopes and lots of meandering bit.

But I didn't fall over. Or have to stop.

I'm liking this dosage. I get up and move and do novel activities and my body doesn't shriek in Uzbek at me for it. *!!*

Next week I start French. This should be interesting. Bets on whether I slip and start dropping in Russian words? Or for that matter discover I speak French with a Russian accent. >.>

*honk*

May. 2nd, 2011 03:02 pm
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
So I haven't posted since the 11th of April.

In large part this is directly related to various offline things happening, including what would have been, previous to this year, a truly gnarly flare. (sing the praises of nerve medications, lo)

Suffice to summarise that my body decided to have a Warranty Expired week plus. My physiotherapists were both going O.o; o.O;;; when I saw 'em Thursday.

It's calmed down some now, just in time for the early stages of a streaming cold. Certain root vegetables are regularly inquiring as to whether I've misplaced a bridge and some fog.

My joy face. But that's not actually the body of this post!

Well, it could be, but I wanted to remember something else. I was up in Vancouver this weekend, and yesterday [livejournal.com profile] coastal_physics and I went out to a late brunch with his parents. It was a lovely day, so I was in half-sleeves and there was a line, but we were seated in relatively short order.

Our waitress introduced herself to our table by bouncing down on the bench right next to me and touching my left tattoo (yes, the one in the icon).

Fortunately for all involved it was the section down by my wrist and not very hard, and I doubt she had any idea I was anything but friendly and showing off my ink in response to her interest. I even managed to ask about hers as she was bouncing away ('happy' in Thai down the inside of her left forearm and something I'm remembering as 'all for one' and 'one for all' in English on either side of her right wrist).

While not exactly thrilled with this turn of events, some people are just like this--I'm not going to write off a restaurant for that alone. (Actually, given Very Particular circumstances this sort of friendly behaviour in waitstaff can be a selling point--though I'd warn people before taking them there)

The coffee was slightly glorious, and the food was decent--apparently the truffled hash is Delicious--but I wouldn't recommend this place.

Y'see, our over-friendly waitress kinda forgot to come back and get our food orders. Three parties seated after us got their food and left before we even got to order. =\
taennyn: (amber mala)
Ordinarily, this would be a half-year roundup. Since during Spring and Summer 2010 I was flared and househunting and wrote all of 7 pieces, I'm just including it here. I also flew back from Hawaii and then helped someone Move and then the next-to-last bit of a round grew fangs and got bigger on me, so this is technically something like a year and three days' roundup. Stupid goalpost-moving brain. I used to be pleased to clear three hundred words on a post!


Unrelated to the poll of doom (detailed below), we have March's wake up calls you don't want and yet another icy morning (both Trickwood Unification period in Wild Roses), along with the second section of Death and the Pedlar (river's edge, which follows old feuds, written earlier). Then September's startlingly popular crossover fanfic Honey, Wheat, Stone (crossing over 1999's The Mummy universe with the Indiana Jones universe), and the ubiquitous biannual sparks posts.

Spring/Summer's sparks post: August 5th-7th, 37 pieces, 8700ish words

Fall/Winter's sparks post: February 20th-21st, 36 pieces, something over 10,500 words


And then we have The Poll of Doom: originally put up the 31st of March 2010, and still in progress (stupid flares). I started tracking it in an Excel spreadsheet halfway through Round 3. Wordcounts per-piece and in round-total immediately skyrocketed. As a result, it's been taking longer to get through the damn things. =P

However! What we have thus far!

links you've seen before )

Since I am terrifying, all the story indexes are up to date. O.o;

In other news, my elbow is trying to fall off.
taennyn: (fruits of the harvest)
So I have an appointment to treat the medial side of my bad elbow! This is good.

Trick is it's the day before the Great Big Sea concert.

This clapping thing. Perhaps it will not be happening.

Also I am going to look up what we're allowed to bring in for ice and drinks, as lord knows I'm going to be needing ice. >.>

.. Ow.

Jul. 14th, 2010 06:32 pm
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
Okay, 'does not bug me during most daily activities' ≠ 'do all 6 new arm-oriented exercises'. Ow, ow, ow . .

Yeah, anyway. Hi. Have got most of use of arm back (all of a week after getting Poked), desperately want to write (as I have since the middle of &^%^ing April, when I flared...), am otherwise pretty boring right now.

There's been a lot of suck posted lately on my flist, along with occasional flares of laughter or good things. I wish, very much, that I could contribute to the latter group, for the pleasing of the former, but I am bodily thwarted from doing so. I'm sorry--I'd help if I could, even if it was just of the level of making you tea or helping with Lists or sketching pieces of stories for you.
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
I can now bend the elbow enough to struggle into a bra on my own. :)

(Sure can't put my own hair up yet, though. >.>)

Hunh. Ow.

Jul. 7th, 2010 06:10 pm
taennyn: (prices paid)
So this is more uncomfortable than I remember last time being; it may be that's it's just been long enough to dull the memory--last time was December '08, after all.

(Yes, I'm typing solely with my right hand, yes, I am much slower than normal.)

Got another ultrasound this morning, though this time was both lateral and medial images (outer and inner sides of the elbow), as opposed to last time's lateral.

The doctor had to turn down the gain on the machine when he was looking at the medial side due to small seas of visible inflammation. (Yes, Alex, I'll take Medial Epicondylitis for $400, please...)

We treated the lateral today; once I heal up (for those without inflammation squicks, there are macbook and cellphone shots of the elbow as of a couple hours ago here) from that but before we move, I'm headed back in to get the medial area shot full of blood, too.

Because I'm nuts.

In the meantime, ow.

... Hunh.

Apr. 14th, 2010 11:37 am
taennyn: (once sawmills and strawberry farms)
So I'm seeing a second physotherapist, on the recommendation of the first, and the second clinic wants a referral from my doctor. For some strange reason they feel one from March of 2009 is inappropriate, and the doctors' office went '.... we haven't seen you in over a year, plz come in that we may poke you for this referral thingy.'

Which is how I found out that the guy who told me I won't be appearing in Koom Valley is now the (or at least a) doctor for the city's NFL team these days.

*bemused* Go, me?

I mean, definitely go him for being good enough to get that! But dude. Guy who zapped my lateral elbow in good ways and gave me a referral for the physical therapy I've been in for over a year works for the Seahawks these days. O.o;
taennyn: (prices paid)
So I've been thinking a little about disability, and chronic problems, and how, sometimes, we all get trapped in circles of one-ups, where it's like we have to prove to someone (maybe even us) that yes, Bad Shit Has Happened to us.

And there's always going to be someone who's been through or is dealing with worse. Speaking personally, I always wind up torn between 'ye fucking gods, how are you ALIVE?' and 'for fuck's sake shut up so I feel less like a wimp for being so broken with only what I've had to deal with'.

Which . . isn't really healthy, for either end of the scale.

So I think I'm going to invert this idea for at least a post--I'm going to talk about the ways things could have been worse, and combine it with a game of 'I have never'.

You're welcome to play, or spread the idea around. :)

I'll start with:

I've never broken a bone.

I've never torn a muscle, ligament, or tendon (or if I have I've never been informed of it).

My only surgery thus far was getting my wisdom teeth out at 14.

12, possibly on touchy topics, so I am cutting )

I am not allergic to any medications that I'm aware of, although I'm developing a tylenol-and-relations sensitivity. (Why yes, I can make pharmacists make O.o; face when I tell them this as I'm picking up a topical painkiller.)

Bugger.

Jun. 22nd, 2009 11:43 am
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
I managed to reset my internal calender from physio mon/wed to physio tues/thurs, and got a mildly 'Um?' call this morning five minutes after my appointment time started. Arrrgh.

First time missed, so no penalties, but I'm still really mad at myself, and will be very, very sore by Wednesday.

In other news, I am starting to trim down my writing to-do list--I'm down to the Love Song and a follow-up to the incident with the tiger, from the March requests. I owe the Dormouse some Falcons' Feathers (I always owe the Dormouse some Falcons' Feathers, it's some kind of weird law of the universe), and have rough ideas for two more pieces of Witches' Horses.

The Baroness expansion is crawling, frustratingly, so that's not getting posted this month.

There anything you'd like to see? I may put up a poll or something in the next few days, but I never really forget requests. :)
taennyn: (prices paid)
Initial babble might be in order.

I was the kind of kid who was equally happy burrowing into a clay-ey hillside or most of the way up a tree as I was curled up somewhere out of sight with a book. I did archery (never competitively) for most of my teens, whacked my brother on the head with a padded stick on a regular basis, and got into martial arts for a while, which I really enjoyed.

The summer of 2001 . . After a fashion, I spent that summer learning blacksmithing, ballroom dance, tai chi, escrima and basic riding. I'm not going to go into further detail on that summer or the aftermath in this post.

so we skip forward to 2003 )
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
Now she's just making string.

Unsurprisingly, the beast and I are both Fascinated.


Catching you up in ten lines or less:

Did not get into grad program. Not crushed.

Parents home from Guatemala. Dad still drives me nuts. However, can be useful.

New physical therapist; seeing some progress. Craving tattoos.

Coughing fits suck.

Have tax refund coming, first time in decade. Kind of surreal.

Cat still evil, despite nearly being healthy weight (still over twice fighting weight previous cat).

Finally found stupid charger for ipod; now just have to find ipod again.

Drinking tea again; naturally, tea supplier closed for Easter Weekend during last visit.

Would joke about running away and becoming pirate, but suspect members of acquaintance network would take seriously.
taennyn: (it's only me)
I -- ow. *rearranges icepack on back* Well. The physio agrees with me--aside from my hips (which are a knotted mess. If you ever have kids? Make sure they crawl. Life can get pretty damn interesting otherwise), I am definitely hypermobile.

I think one of my knee joints slipping lightly out of place (I only noticed because a muscle fiber near it was randomly twitching--like a cat shaking/fluffing its tail against your leg, only the cat was on my chest at the time, assisting in the dislocation of my collarbone and sternum, and he's not actually long enough to be on my chest and have his tail trapped between my leg and the couch at the same time) might have had something to do with tha' agreement.

I need to remember to look up exercises for the hypermobile; more muscle mass helps hold things in place.

In other news, I am now a quarter-century old (as of Monday). I can now rent my own damn vehicle, and be listed as a driver the next time we have a need for a rental! Yay!

My parents gave me my own weight in alcoholic chocolates, my wife roommate took me out to dinner and encouraged a visit from The Rum, and the monkey my boyfriend bought me stockings. :)
Thank you to those of you who extended birthday wishes, and if you didn't, hey, no harm no foul. :)

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