Last week I built a new sandbox for the toddlers. It’s not really that big from a two-dimensional perspective–five feet by five feet.
But, I should have been thinking three dimensionally when I constructed it because it took 25 bags of sand to fill it up.
That’s 25-fifty pound bags of sand. 1,250 pounds of sand!
But it was worth the effort. The toddlers love it and spend hours playing in it.
For several weeks before I constructed the sandbox my left elbow was hurting. It became so painful that it kept me awake at night.
I figured that I’m getting to that age when I’m starting to suffer from grandpa aches and pains! So I made an appointment to go to see the doctor. I went in for my appointment, they took some x-rays, and then the doctor entered the room and gave me his diagnosis. I’m expecting him to say arthritis or bursitis or some other grandpa ailment and he says it’s tennis elbow!
I don’t play tennis. The nearest thing I do to swinging a tennis racket is occasionally swatting Sissy with a wooden spoon when she endeavors to wreak havoc on our household!
The good news is that the doctor said he can cure me. But I had to have a shot in the elbow and I have to wear an arm brace for three weeks, 24/7. Three weeks? 24/7?
As you can see from the photo, I’m just a little irritated about it because it’s my left arm…and I’m left-handed!
If I had gone to the doctor before building the sandbox, I never would have been able to complete it before summer.
The doctor said he can cure me. Unfortunately, he can’t tell me what caused it so I can prevent it from happening again
But I’ve got to figure out how I developed tennis elbow! How am I going to keep up with the toddlers with one less arm?
So, how did this happen to me?
I’ve got some possible explanations, but as you might expect, they all place the blame with the toddlers (either directly or indirectly). Here’s four possibilities:
1. Building a new sandbox for the toddlers and then filling it with 25 – 50 lb. bags of sand. (But wasn’t it hurting before this?)
2. Lifting toddlers in and out of car seats, bath tubs, and grocery carts and/or scooping up toddlers from frequent stumbles, tumbles, falls, and other missteps (usually includes holding, comforting, and kissing of the wound).
3. Swatting Sissy with a wooden spoon.
4. Spending too much time on the computer typing this blog.
Which one do you think is the most plausible explanation for my incapacitation?
If this so-called tennis elbow doesn’t hurry up and feel better, then I may have to change the by-line of this blog to: Single, One-Armed Grandparent, Two Toddlers, and One Painful Adventure!
lol….i think excuse No 1 is responsible….take it easy. grandpa status is telling on you.the kids are enjoying it.
You’re probably right, my friend, and I’m just not ready to admit it!!
#4 started it and #1 finished it off! Why is the brace on your wrist if the problem is your elbow? Also, it is common with teachers as are some other problems we won’t talk about!!!!!
I get that question a lot. Didn’t think about asking the dr. as I was obsessing on how I was going to wear this for three weeks as I left his office. As it turns out, any activity that involves repetitive twisting of the wrist can cause tennis elbow and so the brace wraps around the first part of the forearm and the wrist to take some of the pressure off the muscles and stabilize the wrist. It does seem to work and I am getting used to it, maybe even growing a little fond of it or, at least, the sympathy it gets me!
I vote for number 4, but in all probability it is number 2. …….so now, who are you going to get to do those chores????