Injury Prone!

I hadn't been at work long this morning--I was kind of just sitting there, at my desk with my cup of coffee, trying to aclimate myself to my surroundings--when my thumb began involuntarily twitching. Of course, I figured it was probably a symptom of a brain tumor because that's one of my more frequent self-diagnoses. After all, a brain tumor would go far to explain a lot of stuff about me. After a little bit of experimenting, I realized that when I turned my arm to a certain position, the twitching would start, and when I turned my arm back it would stop. A little more experimenting and I realized my forearm felt kind of weak in certain positions too. Most definitely a brain tumor. But just in case it wasn't, what else could have caused it? No, I hadn't done any extreme quilting or cutting or applique that may have strained my thumb, hand, or arm the night before, unless picking out and ironing fat quarters was just too darn strenuous. Then I remembered. Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I was coming out of the bathroom, and being the spaz that I sometimes am, I jammed my thumb dead on into the side of the door. Yeah, okay, so maybe it wasn't a brain tumor this time. And, not only could I celebrate the fact that it was Friday, but it seemed that perhaps I wasn't going to die of a brain tumor after all--not yet, anyway! Yay Me!

But that's not all that happened to me last night. A few years ago, I was pretty sure I had multiple hernias. Every now and then, after I'd been laying back in the bathtub, usually when I was washing my hair, I'd sit up and my stomach muscles would spasm. Have you ever had a Charlie horse in your leg? That's what it felt like. If I didn't move, I'd be just fine. But, well, you know--eventually the water in the bathtub gets cold, your skin starts looking like a prune, and the shampoo runs into your eyes and you just HAVE to move! That's when it starts to feel like a Charlie horse. On each occasion, once I could stand up and stretch out my muscles, I'd be just fine, but that in-between stage would just about kill me! Anyway, these "attacks" weren't frequent and I hadn't had one for about a year and a half--coincidentally or not, since I'd lost a little weight--so I really wasn't expecting it when I sat up in the bathtub last night. OMG! Of course, Hubby was sound asleep and probably wouldn't have been able to do anything anyway (short of hiring a crane from the local equipment rental yard), so I just laid there for a bit, clutching my stomach and thinking about trying to get up, straighten out, and stretch those muscles. I just laid there, thinking about how much shampoo was still in my hair, not to mention the fact that I hadn't conditioned yet, and wondering whether this might just be a good time to shave my head bald. So, finally I took a deep breath and stood up, and yeah, it was painful but not horribly so. Eventually I was able to finish washing my hair and the rest of me and dry off. Then, I went and jammed my thumb into the door. Maybe I just didn't think the stomach thing had hurt enough; I don't know.

Anyway, eventually my thumb stopped twitching this morning and as far as I know, I'm just fine now unless there's a brain tumor or a hernia lurking somewhere that I just don't know about yet. And now I know why they say more accidents happen at home in the bathroom than anywhere else. I guess I just didn't realize that slip and falls on wet linoleum or tile and electrical items falling into the bathtub weren't the only things to watch out for.

I hope you have a fun weekend planned--just be careful not to injure yourself! LOL!