Yesterday I finally went to the doctor about my poor arm. He asked a few questions and checked a few things and said, "Do you golf?"
"No," I replied.
"Well, you have golfer's elbow," he informed me. He said it probably did come from carrying around Abel's car seat and just never healed. I guess golfer's elbow is shorter than car seat carrier's elbow. He prescribed a little arm band to support my elbow, and it is helping! That and the recommended ibuprofen. The doctor also told me that I should rest it. I laughed and reminded him that I have five children, two of them under 3. He laughed, too, and said, "I know, but I have to say it anyway! Tell your husband that you need more help."
"He is great at helping--when he's home."
This morning I went to my mom's house for a few hours, and I think the older girls are going to have to get better at changing diapers and folding laundry. Hopefully if I can get a little more rest for it and use the correct brace, it will improve quickly. If it doesn't improve in 2 or 3 weeks, I'll have to get a steroid shot, which I don't want.
But look! I can type again!