Inside the Mind of Super G

I’m trying to remember, but I think the first time I went to see a doctor was at the walk in clinic in the west side Santa Cruz. This was around January 2001, I think. I saw a Dr. Pollard that day. He quickly looked me over, and after I told him that I was using the computer a lot and also driving heavily (I was driving for 6 hours straight to Davis and back every other weekend), he concluded that I had epicondylitis, or, in laymans terms, tennis elbow. I was given a device that put compression on my forearm (it looks kinda like a slap wrap with velcro). It’s supposed to make the muscle not move or something, which will then allow it to heal. The doctor reassured me that it would be fine, and to try to lay off the computer. I was kind of worried, but I didn’t see anyone else need this, so I thought it would be totally temporary and that I’d spring back, no problem.

So I laid off the computer a bit and tried to drive more ergonomically (don’t ask me how I did that), and I felt the muscle get better. At least it seemed like it was getting better. Whenever I wasn’t using the computer, it was ok. But when I would use the computer, it would flare up almost immediately. But I was confident. “I’m young, I’ll get better.”

But then I noticed the same thing starting to happen on my left arm. Damn this was starting to suck

This entry was posted on Friday, May 27th, 2005 at 10:26 am and is filed under General. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.