For the last four weeks or so, I have been faithfully going to physical therapy. I am trying to strengthen my shoulder blade muscles in an attempt to ease the pain of a torn tendon that I got from two separate episodes of clumsy. I usually start with ultrasound, then electronic stimulation with meds, weights, bands, and the arm bike. Today was different.
I had a cortisone shot a little over a week ago. At first, I was optimistic that I felt some pain relief and the thought of surgery would be a distant memory. But by the beginning of this week, I realized that the relief I felt might be just in my head. Once again, everything I did was making my shoulder hurt, even just sitting. I told Bethany, my physical therapist, how I was feeling on Monday, and I did the regular therapy routine. This morning was a different story, though. When I told Bethany that things still hadn't improved, she said she wanted me to take a break from PT next week. Obviously, it's not helping me a great deal, and it might even be hurting me. Bethany wants to see if the PT is irritating my shoulder more than it should. If I feel better after next week, we'll try therapy again with a few tweaks; if not, I'm supposed to see my orthopedist before my scheduled appointment on June 8. Not only is the PT not making a dent in my pain, but our insurance only covers twenty PT visits a year. I have already burned through nine of those, so I want to save some for possible post-surgery.
I'm seriously bummed about this. I thought I would be able to PT my way through this, but I'm not so sure anymore. The constant pain is really getting to me: it hurts when I drive, I can't sleep well, I can't lift my arm above my head, and I can't hold my kids. As much as I dread recovering from surgery, I know I can't continue like this. If this all comes to pass, it will be interesting to see how I handle being one-armed for a while. Well, let's be honest. I'll handle it just fine. Trevor, Lottie, and Dallas are a whole different story.