What Do You Call It When You’re Working Out on an Elliptical Machine?
I would like to say hello to the two new readers of my blog who found my blog this week while looking for information about lymphedema.
I’m not a professional on the subject but having had it for over three years now, I have a lot of experience with it. Also, I am a know-it-all in general so if you have questions about this subject or just about anything else, I might just have an answer for you!
Or maybe not. I’m not a perfectionist.
Welcome to Kitchenblogic! Sorry for your chronic lymphedema!
Three years after my final chemo, I feel much more comfortable with my lymphedema. Mostly because it’s under control and I know exactly when I need to take an antibiotic, so that I can avoid another Christmas Eve in the hospital with cellulitis.
Cellulitis is not fun. It made me very weak and very cry-babyish. It can be sometimes be avoided if you know what to look for. A couple of months ago my thumb was feeling kind of itchy and a bit red, as though I’d gotten a mosquito bite. But I didn’t get a mosquito bite because I was in my office when I started to feel itchy. I went upstairs to show it to one of the nurses I work with (I work in a children’s hospital day surgery as an administrative assistant) The nurse I went to show it to has a dad who’s had lymphedema in his arm since 1967 so not only is she a nurse, she’s a nurse who knows what to look for when things go wrong with lymphedema.
I showed my thumb to her and she said, “Do you have your oral antibiotic with you because I think you need to start taking it.” I had a prescription in my purse so started taking it right away. The thumb cleared up faster than any mosquito bite I’ve gotten in the past (mosquito bites on my fair, Scandinavian skin, tend to stay around for awhile).
Long-time readers who have watched me bitch about my cancer crap had to go through two summers of my swollen lymphedema misery. Something we haven’t had to deal with this summer at all! And we’re all celebrating that fact! Poor blog readers! Always suffering right along with me!
Truth be told, I am non-compliant and do not wear my compression glove and sleeve unless I plan on walking on a hot and humid day. I tend to avoid walking on hot and humid days. If there’s an emergency causing me to have to walk on such a day, I’ll wear my compression garments (I keep them in my purse, with my antibiotics) and take off my clothing because the Effexor I’m taking hasn’t totally gotten rid of my hot flashes.
Won’t that be pretty?
I work out at the gym, lifting weights, swimming and doing whatever it’s called on the elliptical. What is that called? Ellipsing? What the heck? I don’t wear compression garments. My arm doesn’t swell beyond it’s normal swollen self. On occasion when it does swell, minimally, I cool down and elevate my arm, the swelling goes back down. People don’t really notice the swelling unless I point it out, which is awesome and makes me feel less self-conscious about it. Cautious about possible infection, but not self-conscious.
I’ve been known to wear sleeveless shirts in public, even!
It feels better now that I’ve been working out at the gym for a month and a half. It swells a bit when I walk on the treadmill so I don’t walk on the treadmill. It’s not as though my life depends on walking on a treadmill. I hate walking on a treadmill. I’d rather do whatever the hell it’s called on the elliptical.
Somebody, please! What is that called?
So anyway, welcome to my new readers/fellow-lymphedema sufferers. I wish for you mild lymphedema, if lymphedema is in your life.
Man, long-time readers, remember when I was more hostile about my fucking lymphedema?