Acknowledging Defeat. At least, it feels that way.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Ok, ok, ok.
I get it. It has been 6 months of shoulder pain. I thought it might heal on its own, I tried resting it (mostly....sort of), I tried massage, I tried ice packs, I tried 800 mg of vitamin I (ibuprofen, for those of you not familiar with the chronic pain sufferer's drug of choice) every day for a week, I tried paying a chiropractic sports-medicine doctor to torture me once or twice a week for 8 weeks, I tried a compression/activation shirt (ever tried to play Ultimate Frisbee on a 90-degree day in one of those? My advice - it's not a good idea), and now I guess I am accepting my limits. I am no spring chicken. Maybe this is not the sort of thing that will get better on its own...especially since I am unable to stop exercising for long enough to let it heal....
But, I am tired of this pain. I want to be able to lift weights overhead again. Even just lifting my arm without pain again would be a good place to start, but I want to be back to 100%. After much prodding from my bf, I have decided I may need to seek out some medical advice. Not that the chiropractor isn't a great doctor and great at what he does, but since I'm not making any forward progress, maybe it's time to seek a second opinion.
What's great about it is the cost....regular doctor, referral to an orthopedic specialist, x-rays, MRI...maybe surgery? It all could be mine for my $5,000 deductible. Wonderful. And then, 6 to 12 months of rehabilitation? Woo!
But I am getting ahead of myself. Until I know for sure, there is no point in worrying about it. Sigh.
All Right, Universe. Let's try turning things around.