Played stump the doctor this morning. Yesterday evening I had sudden shooting pains in my right wrist. Couldn’t even turn the pages of my music without grimacing in pain. It was accompanied by an odd rash. Hurt bad enough that I couldn’t even use my right hand to buckle my seat belt for the ride home from choir rehearsal. Since it was swollen, I took some ibuprofen for the inflammation. Assumed due to the rash that it was some kind of allergic reaction so I took some Diphenhydramine (active ingredient in Benadryl). Which left me with quite the medicine hangover this morning.
Pain meds don’t knock me out, Benadryl does. Go figure.
So off to the doctor I go. He looked at my hand and furrowed his brow.
He asked me to describe the pain. Best description I could come up with was that it feels like I just shot several hundred rounds of .357 Magnum through a light weight snubby. He prescribed oxycodone…
So we still don’t know what is up with my hand. Even though the symptoms don’t match up with shingles, we are treating it the same way. The rash is just bumps, so there’s nothing to really culture. And the pain is definitely not the characteristic pins and needles. So I’ve got an anti-viral, and anti-inflammatory, and a serious pain killer for the mystery malady in my hand.
We talked for about 10-15 minutes about my hand. And then for at least another half hour on guns and politics and how we are both shocked that only Justice Ginsburg voted like we expected in Kentucky v King.
And here I had disarmed before my appointment because I wasn’t in the mood to hear about and kind of health risks associated with guns in the home. I gave him Michael’s business card.