Shoulder Of Fortune

Today I was able to see the orthopedic surgeon about my shoulder. I’ve already had my x-rays and an MRI, so today was judgment day. The surgeon was great; very friendly, very knowledgeable, and my primary physician said he’s a genius in the operating room.

The doc pored through the MRI and had me stand up to twist and turn my shoulder and left arm. The tests were very painful, but necessary. My primary doctor called me yesterday, and after reading the MRI, he concluded there was a partial tear in my labrum and my tendon. The surgeon disagreed.

Instead, the surgeon said my bicep is hanging on by a thread, and I have tendonitis in the shoulder and bursitis. The labrum has a partial tear, but the surgeon said he would reattach that to bone. That means surgery.

The good news is surgery isn’t too terrible. Recovery time is expected to be four to six weeks, and I’m not allowed to go to the gym – with the exception of doing cardio – until after I’m recovered. The surgeon did give me a shot of cortisone in my shoulder, which should relieve the pain.

I go back in two weeks for a reevaluation, but the surgeon doesn’t believe physical therapy will fix the problem. As it stands, I’ll likely go under the knife sometime in late February or early March.

The Flex Files

Sorry I’ve been scarce the last two days, but I’ve been dealing with an injury. Shock, I know, since I am the most healthy person on Vishnu’s green Earth.

Two weeks ago, Philly got hit with a nasty snowstorm. As usual, the missus and I went out to shovel, but the snow was – like Rosie O’Donnell – very wet and very heavy. An hour later, I noticed my elbow and shoulder were on fire. (Sadly, not literally, because that would have been less painful.) A day or so later, my father-in-law passed away, so I couldn’t get to the doctor. Nevertheless, the pain was getting progressively worse, and my idiot coworkers kept saying things like, “It’s a torn tendon,” it’s a fractured elbow,” etc.

Yesterday I finally saw the doc. Apparently I have tendonitis in my right elbow. The doc gave me anti-inflammatories, but said they’re a 50/50 proposition. If they don’t help, I’ll need a cortisone shot in my elbow. Ever helpful, the doctor said, “Oh, you don’t want that. It’s very painful.”

So here I sit, in excruciating pain, praying the meds start to take hold. So far, they have been less than effective, but it did get me out of shoveling through Wednesday’s snowstorm.