In a somewhat ironic turn of events I have tennis elbow. It’s taken 25 years for the tennis match I played to have any adverse effect so it was a bit of a surprise.
Even more ridiculously, its actually a yoga injury. Only I could get an elbow injury from doing yoga.
I don’t want to make a massive fuss, but it really bloody hurts. It’s hurt for three weeks now and is hindering my general progress in life (I can’t for example pick a wine glass up from the top with my right hand) so I decided to go to a sports physiotherapist for the first time in my life.
She was lovely, but it was clear she had never met me before. “Have you gone back to the gym?” she asked innocently. I honestly answered that no I hadn’t. Being as how I don’t go to the gym in the first place.
So my very lovely physiotherapist told me I have tennis elbow. I laughed a little too much. Then she said she was going to do some acupuncture and stuck three needles in my arm.
It took approximately twenty seconds before my whole body and face began to feel really prickly and I genuinely thought I was going to be sick.
“Erm, I’m really sorry but I think I might be sick” I said in an embarrassed fashion. She took the needles out saying “that’s an unusual reaction.” I’m clearly not made for needle related treatment. I had a little lie down followed by a drink of water, which interestingly is what I like best about doing yoga.
I’m left wearing an attractive elbow clasp which said on the box “for tennis/golfer’s elbow” (it can’t be that though – I’ve never played golf), and doing exercises with a tin of beans. Oh and picking my wine up with my left hand.
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