Thursday, April 03, 2014
So it's not a tumor and it's not even torn. This pain in my shoulder that's been going on a year now, is just inflamed. Still utterly painful to the point that I can't put a bra on like a normal person. There's pain, yelling, awkward maneuvering going on in the closet in the mornings around here. At night? It's even worse...more awkward and louder.
I already forgot the term for the diagnosis but it has something to do with not having enough synovial fluid in my shoulder joint affecting the shoulder muscles. AKA, "you're getting old girlfriend and getting old ain't for sissies." Okay, probably not a direct quote. He's more professional than I.
We talked about my options and although I have mixed feelings about steroids, I went for the steroid shot and industrial strength anti-inflammatory followed up with some rotator cuff exercises. Now that I know what it is (and isn't), it's time to stop babying it.
So, the physician assistant and the nurse came in. My first thought, "2 people? I've had steroids for my allergies and a tick bite that went bad. It's not that bad...YEEEEEEOUCH!!!!"
Yeah, one of them was there to hold me down. Ya'll, an epidural feels better than this. I screamed, expletives flying out, I tried to breathe. Next, I exited through the horrified waiting room. I was like, it's alright, it's all good, the numbing already set in. You're next! Have fun with that.
Anywho, I may need a 2nd shot but the PA said usually one is enough (fingers crossed). I'm SO thankful to know what I'm dealing with now. I'm getting ready to be thankful for the subsequent healing. I'm in for a rough night once the numbing wears off and usually steroids keep me up the night after having them. But now? I'm feeling quite dandy and euphoric.