Plague Diary, In Which I Experience Something Unprecedented

[lydy]

 I appear to have acquired my very first sport-related injury.  (I am not counting a dodgeball to the face, because in point of fact, dodgeball is not a sport but rather an exercise in group sadism.)  If Dr. Google is to be believed, I have a very minor strain of the right abductor longus, otherwise known as a groin injury.  Apparently, this is one of those really common sports injuries.  It doesn't hurt unless I raise my leg in certain ways, to do things such as step into the bathtub, put on pants, or mount my bike.  It doesn't hurt to ride, or walk short distances, or go up and down stairs (though my knees continue to protest stairs) but it is also not getting better.  It's been going on for a couple three weeks.  I kept on hoping that if I just ignored it, it would resolve.  And, as I said, it doesn't hurt very much, nor very often.  But it is also not getting better.  So, reluctantly, I have decided to stop riding for a bit and see if it heals up.  The fact that it's cold and rainy makes it less of a sacrifice than it might be, but it is still frustrating.  

If you had told me in the fall of 2019 that I would be upset about having to forgo regular exercise because of a sports-related injury, I would have looked at you as if you were speaking Greek, or possibly had falling through a wormhole from an adjacent universe.  We are emphatically in the land of "What have I done with the real Lydy, and who am I now?"

Comments

[quadong]

Dr. Google didn't tell you it was cancer first? I mean, of course it did, but you ignored those results and went to the reasonable ones.

My experience with these sorts of injuries is more or less they get better by themselves when you finally, reluctantly, make an appointment to see someone about them. But, you know, not always.

[lydy]

I did not give Dr. Google the opportunity to tell me it was cancer. Instead, I got an anatomical chart to try to identify the muscle in question, and went from there to googling that particular muscle. Because, otherwise, yes, I would have turned out to have terminal blood cancer. I am always reminded of the bit in _Three Men in a Boat_ where J goes to his doctor to explain that the only thing he has not got is housemaid's knee.

Oh my!

[lsanderson]

My father got housemaid's knee from milking cows. Maybe 'milkmaid's knee'?

Re: Oh my!

[lydy]

Interesting. One must assume that the Victorian medical profession was more accustomed to treating women in service than farmers.

Re: Oh my!

[lsanderson]

All us kids wuz under strict instructions on pain of death or dismemberment to never mention the words 'milkmaid's knee.'

Re: Oh my!

[lydy]

Did you whisper it late at night to each other and giggle? Or was the threat too dire?