It’s an interesting journey I’m on here at the moment. I’ve got the joint stuff happening… the ‘most likely it’s arthritis’ thing. The thrice daily doses of Panadol Osteo have taken the edge of it, but not really stopped it. It’s been still a bit random. I wake up in the morning wondering “Hey body, what part is going to be the worst today?”, but my left wrist has been the most recalcitrant. The right shoulder has still been letting me know it’s not done with the whole pain thing. And in the past week my right elbow decided to get in on the act. (Up till then, the elbows had abstained but I guess it’s the whole peer pressure thing.) The knees have, on the whole, been surprisingly well behaved. (Touch wood).
When I talk to people they express surprise that it hasn’t been diagnosed with pathology. I can’t help but wonder the same thing. And I have to admit I’m not entirely happy about just popping pills ad infinitum, yet I’m wussy enough to be quite happy with that aforementioned edge taken off the pain I’d originally experienced. So I take them religiously.
And of course you start hearing the ‘tips’. Apple cider vinegar is one. (In warm water with honey – because it tastes pretty disgusting.) Does wonders apparently. I’ve heard that through two sources now. Worth a try? I bought a $2 bottle of the vinegar (then read on the internet that it’s supposed to be organic and unfiltered. Duh.) Then the original friend said her mum (who swears by it) used the normal stuff. I tried it once, and it was disgusting. Couldn’t bring myself to drink it.
I did start wondering whether to go out and buy a magnetic underlay for the bed. Or some of those magnetic bands. Anything?
And then, of course I did the Woe is Me, ‘I’m only 47, and I planned to be paddling canoe marathons when I’m 60, so it can’t possibly be arthritis, not yet!’ thing. Himself won’t cope with having me not able to be active… Etc etc. (And then of course I reminded myself about how many other people out there are so much worse off, so I slapped myself about the head on behalf of all those people.
On Sunday we were having a slothful, telly on in the daytime kind of day, and there happened to be a health/lifestyle programme on. [Aside: I particularly enjoyed the segment where the doctor presenter guy had electrodes put on him stimulating labour contractions, and he ended up not coping and telling all the men ‘out there’ that they have no idea what their wives deal with! Like, women win hands down on the coping with pain debate. ]
But, more relevantly, there was a piece about arthritis. And the big tip was to avoid TOMATOES.. Specifically the skin and seeds. Because of the acid. And white flour.
Himself and I look at each other. We eat heaps of tomatoes. (I love tomatoes.) I also eat white flour in every bloody thing too.
The reporter advised avoiding both. Himself looks over at me, and suggests it’s worth a go. Which of course made me rather depressed. Because I’m uber spoilt, and haven’t had to deal with any food allergies whatsoever, so giving up these things on spec is all rather.. well, yes, depressing to me.
I pondered on it some more over the next 24 hours, and I decided that maybe if I tackled one thing at a time it’d be easier. So… tomatoes. They suggested you could peel them and de-seed them. I tried that for the salad on Monday night, and decided that was a pain in the butt. And that I may as well just avoid tomatoes altogether. For a while.
And hoped that the tinned tomatoes I’d already planned to use in a pasta sauce for Tuesday night didn’t count.
Yesterday my wrist didn’t hurt so much. Today the elbow has been pretty good. And the shoulder feels almost normal.
Pretty strong anecdotal evidence already? Hmmm.
In the meantime I’ve also had three nights of no wine – in an unrelated campaign. The ‘must stop drinking empty bloody calories every bloody night because you’ve put on so much bloody weight it’s bloody depressing’ campaign. Which, let me tell you, is no mean feat, because I’ve become pathetically addicted to the dire need to have a glass of wine as a crutch to get me through the cooking of dinner….
So, I don’t exactly have the scientific experimental controls in place here….
I went to my first introductory one-on-one Pilates session on Tuesday, and despite hardly seeming to do anything, other than struggle with tightening the pelvic floor muscles to “30%” as a basis for all exercises (which, yes, is as bizarre as it sounds) I came out of there feeling strangely “good”.
So. I don’t know. Tomatoes? Wine? Finding Pilates? All I know is that today my joints have felt almost normal. (She says touching wood…)
Or was it not really arthritis, and just a bout of some mystery ‘whatever’ that has now decided to magically go away of it’s own accord?
And how long before I can eat tomatoes again?