Lily's Pond of Fictional Reflections

My wrists are so sore.

I decided to get a headstart on NaNo by properly doing my wrist exercises in the leadup, and properly packing them in ice afterwards as advised by the physio for when I was starting up. The hope is that I won't have to put up with a week of pain and icing when I become super!typing!Lily and can just concentrate on my story. Consider, if you will, the logistics of applying ice to both wrists in a relaxed, straight orientation at the same time. Hint: it involves two ice packs, two couch cushions, an anatomy textbook, an assistant, and ten minutes of not writing.

In any case, two days ago, after five days of exercising, I decided that the muscles had probably got used to the exercises enough to stop icing afterwards.

Big. Mistake.

Yesterday they were a bit sore and I did my exercises (and iced!) anyway, but today they're just killing. Fortunately, I know it's an okay sort of sore - it's not because I've damaged them or torn something or scraped away all my cartilage - it's just that the stabalising muscles around the joints SUCK and are complaining about having to grow bigger.

Except perhaps for my right wrist, which I can never put on the wrist brace tight enough to properly stabalise because that presses the spur of bone on my radius against the ulnar. But since they're approximately equally sore, I think I'm probably okay.

Still, don't ever try to tell someone with muscular pain that it's just muscle pain, or you may find yourself wearing your tongue as an eyebrow ring.

Ow, ow, ow.

*heads off in search of panadeine*