April Fool's! You're Old!

I had a hard time sleeping Friday night because I couldn't get comfortable. Mostly it was my left hip. Then my left thigh. And knee. I have weird circulatory issues which I attribute to the Raynaud's as well as the IV (ichthyosis vulgaris). Not sure if my current problems with weakening tendons is due to age, or genetics or just the wear and tear of being a gym rat.

Because there is a history of cerebral strokes on my mother's side, I worry that I've suffered a femoral clot in my groin. There is a deep bone-aching pain that runs the length of my femur on the inside of my thigh, then crosses to the outside of my calf. Ugh. But I don't really have any symptoms of a femoral clot, which would include edema (swelling), swollen veins and fever. Nope.

I suspect I've got a groin pull although I can't recall doing anything different in the past week. Yes, women get groin pulls! I've restricted my upper body workouts due to the shoulder, which I suspect is a torn labrum. I see the doc tomorrow about that. And I'll have to mention this new issue with the hip, groin, leg, knee... because the symptoms keep changing. Taking ibuprofen helps a little. I don't hurt when I walk around. The lower quad feels tender. Walking around feels okay. But sitting is killing me and it's hard to type standing up. I don't have a standing desk, after all.

After applying an ice gel pack, I get the incredibly unpleasant sensation that my skin has been burnt. Meaning, it's tender as if burnt, but it's parts of my glute and inner knee that have had no exposure to anything even vaguely tepid. The skin feels hot though. I know it's a nerve reaction. I've had this inexplicable sensation before in my upper arm, also left side. Weird, I know. And hard to explain. And harder for any doctor to take me seriously. Because most of them don't really listen to anyone but themselves. I'm so tired of that condescending attitude.

We'll see how this new orthopedic specialist is tomorrow. And afterwards, I have an appointment with the glaucoma doc. Wish me luck. And I wish I could opt out of having AARP try to fool me into signing up. They periodically send me membership cards, as if I've forgotten that I've never signed up with them. Because once you do, they sell your name and info to every hearing aid, incontinence control, stair lift and assisted living facility they can. Ugh.

Today I go to the gym just to shower. Because they have great water pressure and a well-lit shower. I use my scrub glove (best one I found via Amazon from the BodyShop) to exfoliate as much dry dead skin as possible. The gym scale is 110.2 lbs. No surprise. My leg hurts, especially where the inner thigh meets my hip. It makes wearing underwear really unpleasant because the elastic bands of the panties are cutting into my really sensitive legs. I bought some new ones with more forgiving leg holes at Kmart this morning, but of course, they have to be washed and dried before I can even attempt to wear them. And when did Boy Cut briefs start to look just like regular briefs? Ugh. And why does JoeBoxer think printing skanky sayings on panty butts is okay? I wind up browsing the Jaclyn Smith section. I must be getting old...