today's word is tendonitis, kids! say it with me!
hey. hey, you, gymnast girl. that was not the word i asked for. there is no "f" in 'tendonitis'.
i have tendonitis in both of my wrists, but it comes and goes, sometimes a few days, sometimes a week or two. i did not know tendonitis could or would stick around and tweak me for an eternity. apparantly, this is very much the case.
tendonitis in my elbow ("allright, try to turn your hand now - " "ow. OW! that's the part! OW!") and patallar (sp?) tendonitis in my knee, as well as a misaligned kneecap. both need physiotherapy. the knee may need surgery, but we won't know until after we try some physio.
let's pause for a moment and consider the viability of that option. i can't be incapacitated like that. knee surgery? are you high? how do you teach a back tuck or move a crash mat or spot a dismount on crutches? christ! on a fucking crutch, even!
let's hope that doesn't turn out to be necessary, cuz that will put a big ol' cramp in the employment sitation. i know a few people who might have a brain hemmorage if i told them i was potentially looking at knee surgery, and most of them write my paycheques.
i'm relieved to have an answer, but i don't know how i feel about the solution. physiotherapy will cost me upwards of $70 a session. despite the fact that this affects my job, ohip wouldn't touch physiotherapy with a ten-foot-pole. this comes solely out of my anorexic bank account.
so, as i've said to everyone i've spoken to all day - take my advice. don't. ever. injure. yourself. hurts like hell and may cost you your life savings to boot. and christ, don't let your daughter become a goddamn gymnast.