Doobrey wrote:
Doesn't cocodamol also 'block you up' so to speak ?
At least it did to me when I was on them for a slipped disc :oops:
I chucked them in the end cos they didn't do a damn thing.
Hard to tell just now, the test conditions were skewed by a large dose of curry last night at least...
To be fair, I find they do the trick with the wrist, but on the downside they seem to be a bit harsh on the old higher order brain function. At work it seems I have the choice of an absence of distracting pain or an absence of wits :lol: Hence I am using them as sparingly as possible.
So what happened, did you lose your rag with an X-Serve at work?
Well, at least there are no macs at the new place :-D
It's a long story...
Basically, rush-hour-monday-morning-sans-breakfast happened. I got off the bus at piccadilly gardens, hungry ans having just missed a tram to where I work. I had about 5 mins until the next one, so I ran round the corner to get something for breakfast before the next tram.
Not quite sure how, but I tripped at at the end of a road crossing. Lucky it was there and not at the start, or they'd have been hosing what was left of me from under the wheel arch of a bus that I was actually running to avoid.
Anyway, it was one of those deeply embarrassing stumbling forward slow motion falls :lol:... Just as I was about to recover my balance, my shoulder bag swung round, laden with 2 heavy books and pitched me over. Despite my best effort to twist sideways and brace the shoulder, I managed to land on an outstretched hand, stopping my entire momentum dead on the bottom of my left palm (where it joins the wrist), embedding nice sharp bits of gravel, broken glass and general filth in there. No doubt to the amusement of countless onlookers ;-)
More embarrased than in pain at this point I fled the scene of the crime and continued my mission to get breakfast then the tram.
On the tram, I was holding the overhead grab bar with my injured hand thinking "hmm, bit of a twinge there..."
Got to work, cleaned out the cuts and grazes and got on with it. By monday afternoon my wrist was quite stiff and painful so went to see the seceratary's office where there was supposed to be all the first aid stuff. Amusingly, the first thing I was asked was if I'd filled in the accident report paperwork. I'd hate to go there with a life threatening injury :lol: I pointed out I just had a sprained wrist and was after a support bandage. Which I got, but everybody seemed to vanish when the sec asked who was qualified to put it on :roll:
Got back to the developer offices with my still-in-the-package bandage and one of my colleagues put it on. Worked the rest of the day, went home and it throbbed all night...
Tuesday morning and the tram was *absolutely* packed. I found myself stood behind a woman, now using my good hand to hold the bar ;-) The tram lurched forwards and she stumbled backwards, trapping my injured hand momentarily between her erse and the back corner of one of the chairs - right at the wrist. There was a short pulse of white hot pain and I involutarily exulted a lengthy string of expletives into her ear at near point blank range. Poor woman, it was hardly her fault...
No ordinary top-of-your-voice yell was this, it was amplified to a point I never knew the human voice could achieve. She just wilted before me in the backwash of anguished rage I must have emitted. Everybody else that was packed into the vicinity seemed to be trying to create a space too, alarm and fear on almost every face I saw as I glanced around wishing the ground would just swallow me at this point :-/
I then humbly apologised to her and showed her the bandaged wrist she'd just accidently squashed and assured her it wasn't her fault or anything.
Come 4:30pm, I was in a not insignificant amount of discomfort and heeded the advice of my colleagues to get it checked out.
BTW, don't suppose you've tried fixing your scaphoid with Brocolli ;-)
My local technogreengrosser was fresh out of the andean nanomeric cellular quick-knit variety. He's expecting more in next tuesday.