In 2018 I began suffering from an overuse injury and I thought to share my journey in the hopes that perhaps it can help some of you out there who are struggling with similar injuries, or help some to recognise symptoms and get proper treatment in time. Like overuse injuries my story is a lengthy affair so I’ve split it up into sections and made it into an ongoing series. Since I’m still in the process of getting better it is unclear how many posts will be made around this subject.
I never had a particularly strong body. There, I said it. I’ve never been a fan of sports and always hated to sweat. Unfortunately that makes me prone to injuries. The first symptoms appeared a couple of weeks after I started working at a hospital where walking and standing a lot was required. I’ve always been very fond of walking, and therefore used to it, but standing? Not so much. I usually get a gently aching lower back if I stand for too long.
One night in February 2018 I’m sitting at home and suddenly I feel this strong sharp pain in my inner upper right thigh. It feels like an electrical shock and it’s pulsating with pain. Scared, I call my mom and she arrives 20 min. later. She calls the on call doctor and we’re told to come 2 hours later. The pain comes and goes. At the doctor’s it had magically disappeared and I am sent home with the message that “sometimes healthy bodies sends odd signals,” but not to worry. Next day I call in sick from work, beyond tired from the pain and the fact that I’ve only got a few hours of sleep. During the following week I get the same pain on/off and at different times a day. Eventually, though, it subsides and disappears completely. It makes me think that the doctor perhaps was right and I continue my life as if nothing has happened.
Then, a Monday in the beginning of August 2018, I find myself sitting on a train when I suddenly feel the pain again, not as strong this time, but it is definitely present. It lasts for roughly 5 min. and I try to focus on relaxing the muscles in the hopes that it’ll make it go away, and it does. I’m worried, afraid of worse pains, but as the day goes by and nothing happens I slowly forget about it, thinking that it will go away on its own like last time. But it doesn’t. Less than 2 weeks later I feel it again, and again the Monday I start back at work. The Wednesday goes by with slight pains during the work day. That night, the night between Wednesday and Thursday (22nd and 23rd of August), is the first night I spend in strong pain. I try to go to work Thursday but have to go home after 4 hours. I call in sick Friday and go to the doctor who tries to do some tests but when she can’t reproduce my pain she sends me home with the message: “contact me if it gets worse.” And boy did it get worse! I had to work that Saturday and the pain already started in the shower that morning. That’s when I knew that the day would be a living hell. I was right. The pain was pulsating like crazy and after 6 hours I was sent home where I spend the rest of the day in excruciating pain. Sunday was the same so Monday I called in sick from work, not knowing when I’d return. I called my doctor and though she didn’t know what exactly to do she signed me up for an appointment at the hospital – with severel months long waiting lists I might add – and gave me a prescription for physiotherapy. It’s an understatement to say that I did not feel heard or helped. Every second of every single day and night was endured. It felt never ending. I have never experienced pain like that before. It was more painful than the time where I broke my foot. The trouble with this pain was that 1) I didn’t know what it was, 2) I didn’t know for how long it would last, and 3) I never knew when it’d come. Coming as electrical shocks of severe pain it didn’t take long before I was constantly scared of when the pain would strike again. For those of you who are familiar with rating pain, mine was between 6 and 8. The only thing I could do was to exist, and wait.