More often than not, I write this blog while I’ve got my foot in a pot of ice water. And, more often than not, I have to stop writing to swear under my breath for a while when it gets too painfully distracting for sentences. Hate the icing. Love the lack of pain afterwards. My foot’s numb after 20 minutes and I limp around the house for a while until sensation comes roaring back. I’d thought that icing longer than 20 minutes caused cold-induced vasodilation. (Worried that your foot might be freezing, the blood vessels dilate to bring warmth to the area. So, no freezing, but the increased blood flow negates the anti-inflammatory effects of the icing. Doh!), but it seems like that’s not the case at all. Seems like you’re safe for at least 60 minutes — and it seems like (after reading a bunch of texts on cryotherapy and sports medicine on Google Books instead of doing anything necessary today) that the success of cryotherapy for rehabilitating sports injuries has more to do with pain control than changing blood flow to the injury site. I can’t be entirely sure about that because Google Books blocked sections of the texts — and it’s not my field. I’ll play with the information more tonight and let you know if I can stop blogging with my foot in a pot of ice.
Asa is running around the house right now in a pair of my mother’s underwear. The undies got hidden in some clean laundry and when Asa found them this morning he promptly pulled them on over his shorts. I’ve been trying to get him to take them off for the last half hour so we can go the library. He’s determined. He’s trying to fit them under his shorts now.
Update: Here’s what I found.