de Quervain's Tenosynovitis
Yup. That's what's been wrong with my left wrist. ICD 727.04. Radial styloid tenosynovitis. I whacked it pretty good a couple of months ago right there where the arrow points.
It stung a bit and I said "Gosh Darn" when it happened.
Seems that the little tube that the tendon goes through (synovial sheath) became bruised by such rude treatment and the pain got progressively worse as it became increasingly inflamed. So it was I went to see young Doogie Houser, MD today in search of relief.
Doogie knew immediately what the problem was. Said a shot of cortisone ought to fix it right up. He went away and came back with a syringe having a needle about 3 inches long and proceeded to poke the whole thing right into my wrist. Said it might sting a little.
A little?
I carefully explained that I had little tolerance for pain as I was levitating above the chair in which I had been sitting.
"Try to relax," he said.
Relax?
There I was with a wrist that already hurt badly enough and now the poor thing had a three-inch needle stuck into it, with firewater being injected into the affected area for good measure.
I survived.
He said that if this didn't take care of it, then we would try another injection before treating it surgically.
Another injection? Over my dead body.
I'll cut the thing off with a chainsaw before that happens. It couldn't possible be any worse.
It stung a bit and I said "Gosh Darn" when it happened.
Seems that the little tube that the tendon goes through (synovial sheath) became bruised by such rude treatment and the pain got progressively worse as it became increasingly inflamed. So it was I went to see young Doogie Houser, MD today in search of relief.
Doogie knew immediately what the problem was. Said a shot of cortisone ought to fix it right up. He went away and came back with a syringe having a needle about 3 inches long and proceeded to poke the whole thing right into my wrist. Said it might sting a little.
A little?
I carefully explained that I had little tolerance for pain as I was levitating above the chair in which I had been sitting.
"Try to relax," he said.
Relax?
There I was with a wrist that already hurt badly enough and now the poor thing had a three-inch needle stuck into it, with firewater being injected into the affected area for good measure.
I survived.
He said that if this didn't take care of it, then we would try another injection before treating it surgically.
Another injection? Over my dead body.
I'll cut the thing off with a chainsaw before that happens. It couldn't possible be any worse.
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