I have been doing physical therapy for the last few weeks to try to strengthen the muscles of my right shoulder blade in hopes that it will support the tendon better. I also got a cortisone shot Monday morning, and so far, that seems to be helping. I still have seeing-stars-gasp-out-loud pain sometimes, but I think it's getting better. If it's not significantly better in the next four weeks, the orthopedist wants to talk about scoping the shoulder. Um, no. No surgery. I can't be in a sling for six weeks. I can't be in a sling for six minutes! The only way I could have the surgery is if we built a HUGE room in the house that would be completely padded, walls and ceiling. We could put a small hole in the door where I could slide in trays of food - just like prison. If the kids were in this room day and night throughout my recovery period, I might be able to make a go at it.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
If you look under "clumsy" in the dictionary, you just might find my picture. Last July, I went on a teacup-like ride at the Porter County Fair with Lottie and Dallas. I was holding Dallas with my left hand and twisting the disc in the center of the ride with my right hand. When I woke up the next morning, I could barely move my right arm. Serious pain. I got on a regimen of anti-inflammatories and muscle relaxants, and the pain seemed to dissipate. Fast forward to January which finds me falling down the back staircase of our house. Yes, the inside staircase; I can't even blame the ice and snow. I threw out my right hand to break my fall, and the shoulder pain returned. I tried the medicine route again, and nothing made a dent in the pain. I tried acupuncture, and although I found it relaxing, the pain simply wasn't going away. My doctor finally ordered an MRI of my shoulder. Drum roll...I have a "significant tear" in one of the tendons. Yeah, duh.