So I've still got the tennis elbow. I must complain a lot about it because when you ask my 3 year old daughter to do something she'll tell you she can't because her "elbow hurts." She pulled this same prank when a friend of hers from church broke her leg. She'd hobble around the house telling us she needed to be carried up the stairs due to her 'broken leg.' We think she'll make an excellent actress one day. I hope the evils of Hollywood don't turn her against her good upbringing.
I finally went to see the hand specialist at Walter Reed today (four weeks wait for this apt btw- four weeks of suffering and complaining of elbow pain. I know, I sound wimpy even to myself). The diagnosis wasn't surprising, but I was surprised to find out that the brace he was suggesting I wear was not going to have any therapeutic effects. It's just there to remind me not to do stuff that will hurt my elbow, not allowing it to heal. You know that is brilliant! Because the pain wasn't quite reminding me enough. I am going to wear it. Next I get to go and have some "occupational therapy." I wonder what they will say when I tell them I am a stay at home mom and this occupation has given me tennis elbow. It's not like I can quit this job any time soon. I just need to learn some stretching exercises and remember not to do stuff that hurts. Check and check! I wish I could hire someone to come and do all those repetitive movements that have caused my condition. Could it be all those *spankings I've given over the years? It's a lot like swinging a tennis racket no?
*I actually am not a spanker (although I have been known to spank) I just thought it was funny.