Apparently I have a limp.
One of the girls at work today asked me if my leg was hurting, because she noticed me limping. My leg wasn't hurting, and I didn't know I was limping**, although come to think of it, my thighs felt rather tight. In a not-good way as opposed to lean, toned thighs. I think I used to have some of those.
But then I am the queen of tight muscles - the muscles in the side of my calves are so tight that I can sprain a ligament in my foot just by stretching it the wrong way. Go me! I discovered this a couple of weeks ago after my foot felt a bit funny and 'stuck' one afternoon, and gradually became more and more painful until I couldn't walk on it and almost fainted in the Indian takeaway after I limped there in search of spicy comfort. (Curry, in case you were wondering. As opposed to Asian porn.) One emergency trip to the osteopath that night (thanks to my brother-in-law for driving me), the pain diminishing even in the waiting room, a diagnosis of slightly sprained ligaments***, and by the next morning I could walk again. This was a bonus as the previous night I had resorted to crawling up the stairs and coming down them on my bottom. I had hoped to not have to do that at work.
So, limping. Another friend at work asked me some time ago whether I was limping one day as we walked somewhere together. I hadn't been aware of it, but I sure am now.
Anyway, here's hoping it's only slight, otherwise how have I got to the age of 36 without anyone telling me I have a limp?!
* Germaine Greer has a limp. But then I wouldn't have noticed, considering I didn't even know I have one.
** Limp is a very strange word/part of a word. Especially when it's used as many times as I have used it in this post. Do you get that with words - look at the same word often enough in a short period of time and it just looks all wrong?
*** This year has seen me injure my feet an incredible 4 times. Two 'broken' toes (didn't have xrays but medical opinion seemed to think so), one badly sprained ligament that didn't heal for about 10 weeks (caused by stubbing my toe! wtf?) and now this latest fleeting sprain. Which hurt like hell and had me whimpering and clutching at my foot when I wasn't crawling home from the Indian takeaway. It wasn't agony, like the ovarian cyst pain I've had, but it was intense. And then it wasn't.
I need to work on relaxing my calves to help with the ligament issues, but apart from incredibly painful massage, there seem to be no exercises that really stretch those muscles. Any ideas?
One of the girls at work today asked me if my leg was hurting, because she noticed me limping. My leg wasn't hurting, and I didn't know I was limping**, although come to think of it, my thighs felt rather tight. In a not-good way as opposed to lean, toned thighs. I think I used to have some of those.
But then I am the queen of tight muscles - the muscles in the side of my calves are so tight that I can sprain a ligament in my foot just by stretching it the wrong way. Go me! I discovered this a couple of weeks ago after my foot felt a bit funny and 'stuck' one afternoon, and gradually became more and more painful until I couldn't walk on it and almost fainted in the Indian takeaway after I limped there in search of spicy comfort. (Curry, in case you were wondering. As opposed to Asian porn.) One emergency trip to the osteopath that night (thanks to my brother-in-law for driving me), the pain diminishing even in the waiting room, a diagnosis of slightly sprained ligaments***, and by the next morning I could walk again. This was a bonus as the previous night I had resorted to crawling up the stairs and coming down them on my bottom. I had hoped to not have to do that at work.
So, limping. Another friend at work asked me some time ago whether I was limping one day as we walked somewhere together. I hadn't been aware of it, but I sure am now.
Anyway, here's hoping it's only slight, otherwise how have I got to the age of 36 without anyone telling me I have a limp?!
* Germaine Greer has a limp. But then I wouldn't have noticed, considering I didn't even know I have one.
** Limp is a very strange word/part of a word. Especially when it's used as many times as I have used it in this post. Do you get that with words - look at the same word often enough in a short period of time and it just looks all wrong?
*** This year has seen me injure my feet an incredible 4 times. Two 'broken' toes (didn't have xrays but medical opinion seemed to think so), one badly sprained ligament that didn't heal for about 10 weeks (caused by stubbing my toe! wtf?) and now this latest fleeting sprain. Which hurt like hell and had me whimpering and clutching at my foot when I wasn't crawling home from the Indian takeaway. It wasn't agony, like the ovarian cyst pain I've had, but it was intense. And then it wasn't.
I need to work on relaxing my calves to help with the ligament issues, but apart from incredibly painful massage, there seem to be no exercises that really stretch those muscles. Any ideas?
4 comments:
I get that all the time - where I look at an innocuous word so many times that it just loses its meaning and starts to look so incredibly alien. It freaks me out sometimes, because what do I do if it sticks that way forever and it always looks weird and has no meaning?
I limp. But that's only when I am with my dad - he's got a bad limp (cause of his hip) and I copy his gait when I'm walking with him. It's pretty funny.
I was saying to my mum about how I keep limping when I'm with dad. It turns out that when she was three she had a limp. Everyone was really worried about her but it turned out that she was copying my Grandpa (who only had one leg < he'd an artificial one - lost the original leg in WW2>).
So yeah, it runs in the family.
Anyhoo - I was intending to say that I'm pretty sure I wasn't limping last time I saw you, so I doubt you were limping then!
I don't remember you having a limp at all! I can't remember, have you ever done yoga? -Adri
Adri, I tried yoga three times but was really turned off by the clique-iness and trendiness of the people in the classes the first two times. The third time was at a writing weekend and this teacher Ed was fantastic and not at all about getting the positions just right, but he's all the way over in South London. I think tai chi is more my thing, did some classes, but have let it slide due to laziness.
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