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I’m heading into Greenwich on this very rainy Friday for an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon who operated on my broken rotator cuff eight years ago when I stepped in a hole in a NYC sidewalk, flipped and landed on my shoulder.
The surgery was excellent and I was a good patient going to PT every day but with zero tolerance to pain, I found myself making excuses to skip PT. Then I went to RI for the summer and didn’t go to PT there but did do home exercises and stretches I figured would be enough.
Fast forward to now and my stupidity has caught up with me. I have limited range of motion in my left arm, unable to raise that arm up over my head. It’s finally time to repair the damage that’s my own damn fault.
I’m expecting to be reprimanded so my stomach is in knots waiting for the doctor to say well, what did you think would happen because you didn’t follow through?
I don’t know what the doctor will do today but it’s time, way past time actually, I get my arm back in the swing.
Yes, I did watch Hillary’s speech. Yes I thought I was disingenuous. Pandering pandering pandering. Feel free to add your opinion while I’m in a Greenwich torture chamber.
Update on shoulder
The good doctor was kind to me, not leveling as much of an admonishment as my racing heart was expecting but of course he did say this was all my fault. Yes.
Here’s the plan: I’m going back Monday morning to be put under local anesthesia where he will manipulate my shoulder socket in circles (I’m passing out writing this!). He further warned me my shoulder will be dreadfully painful after he’s done and it will require lots of PT to keep it moving. No excuses this time. Rule Two: No driving myself to Greenwich Monday as I will not be able to drive home. Gee, can’t wait. 😦