About 14 weeks ago I hurt my shoulder. In typical fashion, I dug in and waited for it to get better despite all evidence pointing towards it in fact getting worse. Any time I would jar it, even slightly, there would be shooting pain and getting myself dressed was becoming more and more challenging. Finally an episode of public sobbing took place and an appointment was made.
Fast forward to now – I have been to the Dr. and am now on a course of anti-inflammatory medication and sessions with a Psychical Therapist. The fist of which I had yesterday.
The PT started out with me all nice and easy, simple exercises with instructions of ‘don’t power through pain, just work up to it’ ‘take it slow’ and ‘this isn’t childbirth’. It ended kind of like childbirth. Searing pain as he contorted my arm into many painful positions using his own self as a lever. Twice. All the while asking me about the yarn shop and using the word skein in a sentence. Which I know was meant to distract me and I have to admit that it did. Now it is all ice and more exercise until the next go round.
Did I mention that this man looks like Mr. Clean? With that intimidating bald thing going on?
Well, today my shoulder does feel a bit better, as though perhaps something got snapped back into place. I have done this morning’s exercises and iced it. I should say that the PT is the same guy who saved Boar from back surgery a few years ago, so I trust him and have every hope that I will live to be able to put on my own damn bra in the future.
my next session is tomorrow …… pray for me!
by the way – that picture is indeed a slug. An adorable non-slimy glass slug that I bought at the Corning Glass Museum.