Monday, May 02, 2011
Well, here goes.
They're cutting my shoulder tomorrow to reattach the infraspinatus to where it should be. (apparently the humerus end of it is about an inch from its original location)
I've been reading TRAVELNISTA's blogs with particular interest because she had something similar done 3 weeks ago.
I've arranged to take the rest of the week off from work. I've stocked up on frozen veggies and apples and frozen protein of various kinds. I have a few frozen entrees available for the first couple of days when I might not feel like cooking at all.
I figure if I can handle it I'll be working out on the elliptical in the basement a couple of times a day and walking in the state park next door to get some outside time.
Next Monday I'll probably still have my arm in a sling so I've arranged for the vanpool to pick me up on a corner about half a mile from my house. (My car is a manual and it's my right shoulder we're doing.)
I hope I recover swiftly. He seemed to think that I had a lot of strength considering what the MRI looked like and he said the fact that I have almost no pain and no mobility impairment are both good signs.
I picked up a couple of 1.5 lb weights at Walmart in case they let me start doing some PT at home at some point. (I have heavier weights I can graduate to if/when necessary. I also have the resistance bands they already gave me for PT.)
They wanted me to have someone stay overnight in my house tomorrow "just in case you don't feel good." I was like, "why? how would having someone in my house make me feel better? I'm not used to it. Is there some kind of fatal risk?"
They said it was because I might feel off or nauseated due to the pain meds. I'm sorry, but why would I put another human through that? I have spent plenty of horrible nights alone suffering from reflux or the stomach flu and survived OK. I'll survive this too. And if I'm really afraid I'm going to die, I have neighbors I can call, like the friend who is driving me to the appointment tomorrow.
Apparently there's no risk of dying from something - if there were, they told me they wouldn't send me home in the first place.
I'll let you know how it goes. Maybe the next blog entry will say, "Holy carp, I feel awful. I sure wish there were someone staying in my house with me!" Or not.
One thing I can guarantee is that the next post won't be so long, because I don't type so well one-handed. Yet. LOL