And now for a little injury-related haiku:
Shoulder acting up
Therapy making it hurt
I’m such a baby
Monday is the day of Agador Spartacus’s big report to my orthopedic doctor. So I have to be on my best behavior at my Monday afternoon torture session and make this shoulder do all kinds of nifty tricks. Or maybe slip him several 50 dollar bills…
Last week, from a prone position, the torture team measured 154 degrees of rotation — those of you who give a calcified dang will recall that two weeks prior the rotation was at 138 degrees so I’m definitely making progress. The 154 degree number was shouted to the multitudes who all cheered and clapped and I felt like I was in some weird restaurant birthday hell where they sing the stupid songs and applaud. Thank goodness no one high-fived me; that would have been such a bad idea. From a sitting position I can raise my arm straight up in the air above my head with some pain and some difficulty — okay it’s not as straight as it could be. I’m not sure if that impressed Agador or not — my moaning definitely got his attention. I’m able to do little tasks at home — get a coffee mug out of the cabinet – load the dishwasher (top shelf, not bottom shelf), and put laundry in the washing machine. I tried picking up the frying pan and immediately let it go. Fortunately, there wasn’t any food in the pan at the time.
Being able to raise my arm somewhat means I can actually curl one part of my hair. It really makes for an interesting presentation to the world, but who knows? I may start a new trend.
I’m thinking that I should be working more on my own therapy – oh, I have isometric exercises I do and the torture team provided me with a set of the bungee cords you pull back (of course it helps if they are securely mounted to something otherwise the smacking in the face smarts a tad). I have this strange rubber half-ball that Devoted Spouse found in the basement (where odd things live) that I squeeze with the intention of strengthening my hand. Plus I type to keep my fingers somewhat nimble. I tried practicing flipping off the dog, but that motion actually causes pain to my forearm (one of God’s little gotchas I imagine). Now I have this great idea to work on some crafts to help strengthen my hand – perhaps I’ll try my knitting again, or some cross stitch, or maybe I’ll do a little sewing or make some cards. At any rate, I’m considering taking some pics of my projects for your amusement and adding a page to the blog for my latest craft. I took down the 2008 books read page so I certainly have room for this. I’m not sure yet that it’s a good idea. Oh, I know it will amuse you – I just don’t know that I want to volunteer for this much humiliation. If you think you’d enjoy my paltry attempts, let me know and I’ll decide whether or not to go through with this idea.
Tuesday is when I meet with the orthopedic witch doctor who will either tell me I’m doing well and we can junk the sling contraption or request an MRI to see if surgery is warranted. I’m praying for Door No. 1.