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Finger on the trigger

27 May

I’m recovering from a nasty finger injury that I stupidly got while playing netball last week. I say stupidly because it was clearly my fault. I jumped for a rebound but I didn’t have my hand fully open and the ball caught my right index finger flush on its tip at speed.

It hurt straight away but I carried on play in pain. By the end of training my finger was red, swollen and painful. By the next morning I had reduced mobility in the joint and it was painful to bend.

It is only now that I have realised how often I use my index finger on my right hand. I hurts when I type, I can’t pressed down any buttons or even the nossel of a harispray can or perfume bottle and doing up buttons is also extremely tricky. I have resorted to using my left hand as much as possible but, as I don’t write with my left hand, it is not always the best solution.

One thing did improve unexpectedly this weekend. The shooting season is underway again. I was seriously doubting that I would be able to pull a trigger with my battered and bruised trigger finger. While I didn’t manage to shoot consistently enough to win a medal, I did manage to hit a 100! A 100 is the score that you get when you hit the target dead in the centre. That means I hit the dead centre (1cm) from 300m away. How amazing is that! Imagine how much better I would have performed without my finger feeling like it was on fire.

The main thing that I am grateful in in this whole situation is that I managed to do this in training and not in two weeks when I will be away with the netball team participating in a tournament in Berlin. If this had’ve happened in the first game of the tournament, it would be likely that I wouldn’t be able to continue and would spend the rest of the weekend warming the bench.  However, now I have learnt my lesson to be ready with my hands open to catch the ball so this sort of injury should not happen in the future.

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Medical Matters

20 Jun

No one likes to go to see the doctor, do they? Unfortunately, in the past few months our household has been a regular visitor to doctors and medical professionals.

First of all, I had a accident when I was running which was causing me pain at the back of my knee. The knee would be aching for days after any form of exercise and would hurt when I was going upstairs or bending my knee in any shape or form.

I went to see a knee specialist at the hospital and the words “possible torn meniscus” and “MRI” were muttered. I was happy when he suggested a course of physiotherapy to see if this improved things. I went for physio for twice a week for three weeks. I tried to run on the knee as well and I was really happy that, although I could feel some pain, it wasn’t half as bad as it had been. The doctor agreed to carry on with more physiotherapy, as it seemed to be helping a lot.

I have been frustrated while I have been out of action. I haven’t be able to go running, play sport or go cycling. I am really excited to report that when I went running last weekend, I had virtually no pain or aching feelings in my knee immediately or in the days afterwards. The physio also said this week that it was the first time that he wasn’t able to feel fluid in my knee. I am so happy that I will be able to get back outside and do some running training. I will feel like a dog that has been let of its lead for a few weeks at least before I start complaining that I don’t like running and I don’t want to do it anymore. But this means no more hospital or physio appointments.

My other half was in hospital at the start of May for an operation. It was not an emergency and was planned, so it wasn’t a big deal or anything that was risky. However, it turned out that both of us needed treatment in the end…

I arrived to pick him up and take him home. We had to wait for a while until the doctor came in to see if he was ok and to confirm that he was ok to go home. It was a hot day but in the morning when I left for work it was raining and chilly so I wore my winter coat into work. By the time I got to the hospital, I was so warm that I undid the back of my blouse to try and cool myself down.

Shortly after, the doctor came in to talk about the operation and ask my other half how he was feeling and if he was in any pain and so on. It was then that I was starting to feel faint and I noticed that I was beginning to sweat more and more. I told my boyfriend I wasn’t feeling so well and he told me to sit down on the bed and have a lie down but I felt stupid taking his bed from him when I had only come to visit.

The next thing I remember was I was lying in the bed, wondering why my boyfriend was standing next to the bed and a male nurse was taking my blood pressure. Apparently I fainted and hit my head on the wall but I just remember waking up and feeling a lot better than I did a few moments before.

On the plus side, I did get a free cup of coffee once I had come round and then we were quickly off home.

I am hoping that my knee rehabilitation continues to go in the right direction and I don’t have to go anywhere near a hospital in the near future. I don’t want to have to faint again to get a free cup of coffee.

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