Death by exercise
Wednesday, 4 February 2009 14:21![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
earthbelow
ZOMG. My *THIGHS*.
I asked my sister to send me any weightlifting exercise she might know of that would be helpful to me. Since my sister has a degree in exercise science and is going for her PhD in physical therapy, I figured she'd be the person who would know.
So I did them, on Monday. And rested on Tuesday, like she said - which I kind of *had* to because my legs hurt so much I couldn't walk straight. Ask Andrew about the penguin waddle I've been doing because bending my knees is kind of a no-no right now.
My legs are now so sore that I can barely get up or down to sit somewhere and they hurt so much the last two nights that I've hard time sleeping.
Last night was one of the worst I've ever had. I didn't even begin nodding off until 12 and then I woke up again at 2:45ish and didn't nod off again until after Andrew had left for work at 6:30 and then I woke once more at 7:15 and figured there was no use trying.
My legs got better after I did some walking around today and worked through the stiffness and the pain. What nobody ever tells you about pain is how terribly tedious it is.
All I know is nobody's going to have to rock me to sleep tonight, because I am dog tired.
I asked my sister to send me any weightlifting exercise she might know of that would be helpful to me. Since my sister has a degree in exercise science and is going for her PhD in physical therapy, I figured she'd be the person who would know.
So I did them, on Monday. And rested on Tuesday, like she said - which I kind of *had* to because my legs hurt so much I couldn't walk straight. Ask Andrew about the penguin waddle I've been doing because bending my knees is kind of a no-no right now.
My legs are now so sore that I can barely get up or down to sit somewhere and they hurt so much the last two nights that I've hard time sleeping.
Last night was one of the worst I've ever had. I didn't even begin nodding off until 12 and then I woke up again at 2:45ish and didn't nod off again until after Andrew had left for work at 6:30 and then I woke once more at 7:15 and figured there was no use trying.
My legs got better after I did some walking around today and worked through the stiffness and the pain. What nobody ever tells you about pain is how terribly tedious it is.
All I know is nobody's going to have to rock me to sleep tonight, because I am dog tired.
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Date: 4 Feb 2009 20:25 (UTC)no subject
Date: 5 Feb 2009 01:38 (UTC)I'm also really impressed that you can still trust doctors at all. I've had a couple of bad experiences and I still can't bring myself to trust that doctors will believe me if I tell them I'm in pain or something is wrong, nor can I trust that they won't be anything but big jerks to me.
My pain will get better if I push through it, but at the same time? The reason for me being motivated and being able to push through the hurty feelings is because I know it's temporary and will get better. I can't imagine having to live knowing that it might not. Wow. That seriously has to suck like an electrolux.