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AC joint shoulder, Anxiety, chicken pie, Doctor dude, free pizza, Mark Whitwall, nausea, neighbourhood moggy, panic attack, Photoshop, Scanner dude, Shamwow, sound-glasses, torrential downpour, Twitter, ultrasound, wince, Yoga
Won a competition on Twitter last week that meant I was to receive delivery of not one but five pizzas from Crust. And not over a bunch of different days. ALL IN THE SAME NIGHT!!
Managed to negotiate for a Sunday evening delivery instead of Friday and invited a few people ‘round to assist in the eating. Great competition! I entered on a lark but somehow won the dang thing. Never happens to me. Til now I guess.
Also, just finished making a poster for Nadine to promote Mark Whitwell’s visit to Melbourne in a few weeks. Now I look at it, I can see a few things I woulda done differently or refined… but it’s not too bad I guess. Teaching myself Photoshop is fun… 😉
Finally had that ultrasound on my left shoulder (from my bike crash) couple of days back. Sure, I shoulda done it months ago perhaps… *cough*. See, I’m just not terribly good at taking care of myself although I’m working on it!
After almost being drowned in the incredibly sudden torrential downpour, I wait almosted half an hour to see the Scanner dude. In the waiting room I was subjected to daytime TV (which I rarely watched even when I was unemployed) and learned of something called a Shamwow, which apparently people like. Even 13 year old boys.
Just as I was getting impatient enough to interrogate the receptionists, my name was called. And it went a little like this:
Scanner dude: Okay, take off your top and put this gown on… are you done? Great, sit over here… *prod poke scan* *repeat* *repeat* So that tattoo you’ve got on your back, does it mean anything?
Me: Yeah… [wincing at prod/poke/scan] I got it in Thailand…
Scanner dude: Does it have any significance?
Me: Yeah… but it’s a little complicated to explain [especially to you right now while I’m half naked and you’re prodding and poking my sore shoulder and there’s a very strong possibility that you’re Jewish and therefore might be offended by my heathenness anyways…]
Scanner dude: Okay… *prod poke scan* *repeat* *repeat*
Me: [sharp intake of breath] *WINCE*
Scanner dude: Ah, you didn’t like that one did you?
Me: *head goes all smooshy* *stomach churns*
Scanner dude: *swiftly leaves room & returns with Doctor dude*
Doctor dude: Hi, I’m the Doctor dude.
Me: Hi…
Doctor dude &/or Scanner dude: So what’s going on?
Me: I’m not sure, but I feel really nauseous…
Doctor dude &/or Scanner dude: Why do you feel nauseous? Are you in pain? Does your shoulder injury normally cause nausea?
Me: *breathes deeply* *head between knees*
Doctor dude &/or Scanner dude: Where is the pain? Do you have the pain all the time? What happened to you? Why is your shoulder injured?
Me: I fell off my bike last year and it flared up again at the end of the year. I’ve never felt sick like this before though. It just came on when Scanner dude pressed down on my shoulder…
Doctor dude: *Asks more questions in rapid fire that I can’t answer* Well, it’s very difficult to diagnose when you can’t give us more information.
Me: *head swirls* *body temperature rises*
Doctor dude: Okay well I don’t think its rotator cuff damage. It might be your AC joint…
Me: Okay…
Yeah, whatever. All I know is that I have a doctor’s appointment Thursday night and my shoulder hasn’t stopped hurting since that little episode. I briefly Googled ‘AC joint shoulder’ but I didn’t like what I read. So very cowardly-ish, I’ve stopped researching for now.
And today for no reason I can tell (although perhaps the abovementioned trauma had something to do with it?), I’m in Panic Attack World. Not too serious. I don’t feel like I’m going to die. But still, it’s far from comfortable. My heart and lungs are heavily congested and my heart rate is up, of course.
I’m safely ensconced in the office and there’s no stress in my job (unless you count having to revise budgets for my projects). And yet I’m in the grip of a very physical reaction I can’t control.
But I’m sans Emergency Essence (note to self: fix that), and it’s all about making it to the end of the day. And the tram ride home.
Everything looks weirder when you’re in a heightened state of anxiety. The person I sat next to on the tram that I thought was a girl? Turns out to be a boy with VERY emo and feminine hair. And how was I supposed to know? I mean, she/he had the kind of thunder thighs you normally only see on a girl (speaking from experience)… Everything is too loud. I want my sound-glasses (a little invention I thought of where putting them on creates an ambient noise filter, no iPod or headphones required). I’m too strung up to read.
So I just breathe.
Normally in these states, I go to ground. Burrow deeply into the couch and try to remain vewy vewy still… not that it helps. But comatose is usually better than anything else. Or so I’d thought.
I’ve had this idea in my head since last weekend that I wanted to make a chicken pie. Never made one before, but seemed like tonight was the night. Had to go get an ingredient at my corner store – another thing I never could’ve done before while in Panic Attack mode. And yet I did. And I liked it, the little walk down the street.
Even spoke to the neighbourhood black and white moggy who always looks seriously freaked out. But he/she is actually very friendly. So we spoke for a bit and puss listened to my ramblings. Even took a couple of steps towards me from its position on the brick wall. I giggled.

A photo of kitty from another day
Maybe it was the air. Or the cat. Or the fact that it’d stopped raining. Or observing my breath. Or all of the above. Or perhaps I’m just getting better at handling the panic attacks when they come. Maybe it’s that, and so I don’t freak out as much (adding to the fun). Dunno.
But it turns out that being active, running around and making food works just as well (if not better) than being comatose for the episode’s duration. Or maybe that’s just how it is now, given I’m less comatose-like in general? Can I mark that one down to progress perhaps?
Almost back to normal after about six hours of stress from no known source… and the pie was good, too.

My chicken & vegie pie!
~Svasti
wow what a ridiculous experience with your doctor and scanner dude! Hopefully you’ll be able to clarify a few things when you aren’t gasping in pain trying not to vomit! blegh, doctors can be difficult. You know- it may be something completely different, since as they so poignantly pointed out (hah), you weren’t able to give them appropriate amounts of info (due to their ridiculousness).
So a tentative diagnosis is a bit premature 🙂
Good luck!
Oh my. Never ever look up medical stuff on the internet. You will have yourself convinced that you are going to die! WebMD is the WORST!
Take care of yourself. Sending you some positive energy.
Whew, I feel a little panicky just having read through your experience Svasti! Has anyone mentioned the possibility of frozen shoulder? (aka adhesive capsulitis) I only ask because that’s what I’ve got going on in my shoulder currently, and it too, caused nausea when my arm was virtually grabbed and raised over my head abruptly, while a deep prodding probe was done by a doctor (for a non shoulder reason). Stars hummed across my vision… I hope you find resolution soon, and am glad you found yourself moving through discomfort sans coma, only to create an absolutely gorgeous pot pie! Sounds very grounding in a different way.
peace ❤ Karin
@EcoYogini – It didn’t occur to me until afterwards just how ridiculous the whole thing had been! Probably on account of feeling like I was gonna throw up I reckon. 😉
Doctor dude wasn’t even my doctor and I have no idea why Scanner dude brought him in, or why they started firing questions at me. They *must* have been able to see I wasn’t in a good way and yet they just kept asking me questions. Due to the nausea I was so confused! So I see my doctor tomorrow night and I’ll work out what to do next from there. *Sigh*
@babs – Hey, thanks for the comment! Nice to “meet” you via your blog, too! But don’t worry, I’m not self-diagnosing. Just curious as to what the heck is causing me so much pain.
@Karin – Yeah, I think it was a delayed reaction to Monday. Had another minor episode today but it wasn’t as bad at all. Nope, it’s all too new to be talking exactly what’s wrong, but I’m sure I’ll find out tomorrow. Frozen shoulder sounds awful!! I tell ya, that pie I made was a bit of a miracle really. And very tasty 😀
Love and healing to you xx