I’ve been at it for four days now—still hurts, obviously—but I can feel the intensity dropping a bit... which is a start. I’m heading to see my physical therapist this Monday, so we'll see what she has to say once she actually digs into my charts and goes over everything.
Advil really does the trick—I can usually power through three days straight before I finally cave, but the second those symptoms start creeping back in...
This happens to me and my wife from time to time too—honestly, your guy probably just has a bit too much "going on" down there and hits the end too hard. I’d suggest just being upfront with him about it. He needs to be more mindful and maybe dial back the intensity a bit; there's really no reason for him to be causing you actual pain when he could just... not.
My lower back is killing me too—I actually had a similar diagnosis on my last scan, though I can't recall the exact medical jargon off the top of my head. It turns out a ton of people deal with degenerative changes in those small joints. As for the lordosis thing, if I remember correctly, that’s just when your spine curves forward a bit too much. You should probably look up the other terms in a dictionary... or just Google them. 😉
Yeah, for a while there it was just me talking to myself since nobody was biting—so having you actually chime in is pretty cool..🙂 btw, I’m still feeling some twinges during certain movements, though it's way better now. I can manage turning onto that shoulder in my sleep without the pain waking me up mid-dream..😲 I'll probably be back home by next week, hopefully feeling much better by then..
So, I just got back from seeing my primary care doctor... she decided to extend my medical leave for another week, just to be safe. I know some of you might feel perfectly capable of getting back to work, but hey—she’s legally allowed to give me this extra week, so I’m taking it. That’s just how doctors are—they always want to play it by the book to cover their bases.
It’s been a few days since they took the pins out—feeling a bit better, though I still get those occasional stabs of pain, especially if I actually try to be productive. Tried taking the scooter out for a spin today; managed to make it work, I guess. Might even head back to work on Monday, if I’m feeling brave enough.
So, they finally took the brace off today. It feels pretty good—though my arm is still kind of weak and achy, to the point where I can't even lift a glass properly. My doctor says once I get started on some physical therapy, everything should snap back to normal... I guess I also need to be extra careful with this shoulder, too. If I take another tumble on it, I’m looking at snapped ligaments, and then they’d have to go in and stitch everything back together with surgery...
Look, I definitely made it in on time, 9 days after the fall... I honestly thought I just had a minor muscle strain in my hip, but turns out... A buddy of mine had a similar wipeout and ended up with a fractured collarbone—it basically healed crooked. Now his shoulder looks totally lopsided compared to the other side..
Things are looking up—actually, they’re looking better. The pain has finally started to back off, so I’m thinking maybe in another 5 or 6 days I'll be back to my usual self... though I am dying to see what the trauma specialist at the Mayo Clinic has to say during my follow-up this Thursday. Has anyone else gone through something similar?
It’s pretty grim stuff—you really have to watch out. Just yesterday, my buddy’s father-in-law and mother-in-law got into an accident—it was even in the news. They were out driving around Austin, stone-cold sober, of course... because why wouldn't they be?
I honestly thought I could just power through—maybe bulk up a little, hit the gym, and get back at it. I mean, we’ve all had those moments where we take a hard fall and just try to shake it off, right? I’m not really the type to go running to a doctor for every little ache and pain; I usually wait until things get absolutely unbearable before I even consider it... maybe that's a bad habit, but hey, it is what it is. To make matters worse, my boss is an absolute moron—not even considering his health issues, he's just a jerk by nature—so knowing how he'd react, I tried to push myself to work as long as I possibly could, but my body just wasn't having it. That's just capitalism for you...
I’ve tried Detralex tablets and used Faktu ointment, and honestly, they actually worked... though both aren't exactly cheap—the ointment was about $7, and a box of the tablets ran me $40... Now, I just take some Hemorrhoidin tablets every once in a while—the ingredients are pretty much the same as the first two, just about 50% weaker...
So, I did a little digging into my own medical mess—here’s the breakdown of what happened to my left shoulder... after taking a hard hit, I ended up with an AC joint dislocation (circled)—you know, the spot where the scapula meets the clavicle. Basically, the surrounding ligaments snapped, and my collarbone popped up about 5 mm out of place... here are the scans
My boss is breathing down my neck again, but hey—that’s just how things work around here. We call ourselves a social safety net, yet when you actually need one, it's nowhere to be found. In a place like Sweden, you could probably take five days off just because you feel like it, without needing some doctor's note to prove you're human.😲
That sounds like a massive pain in the ass... I went through something pretty similar about ten years ago. My doctor just threw some broad-spectrum antibiotics at me—I finished two whole boxes, felt a tiny bit better for a second, and then everything just came crashing back. He eventually sent me off for a urine analysis, and after waiting ten days for the results, they put me on a targeted antibiotic. I took it for two weeks and things finally seemed to settle down. But of course, a few months later, the symptoms were right back again. Another round of urine cultures, and they all came back totally clean. I repeated the tests, still nothing on paper, but the physical symptoms weren't going anywhere. Finally, a coworker suggested I see an infectious disease specialist. Turns out, they ran a urethral swab and isolated *Chlamydia trachomatis*—that nasty little bacterium. They put me on a combo of gentamicin injections and an oral antibiotic, and after three weeks, I was finally clear. The doctor told me the bacteria had basically burrowed itself deep into my bladder wall and urethra, so I’ll probably deal with occasional flare-ups whenever I catch a cold. It’s ridiculous how you can end up a chronic patient over something so stupid just because you didn't get the right treatment immediately. So, honestly? Forget the herbal teas and all that nonsense. Go see a specialist—ideally a private one who can actually run the right tests in a couple of hours and get you on the correct meds so you can move on with your life. Good luck.
