Three Things Thursday: Rogue Shoulder Edition
- The right side of my body hates me. I’ve dislocated my right knee (twice), broken my right hand, had surgery on my right foot, had my gall bladder go rogue and need to be removed, had bursitis post hamstring injury – on the right side – and now I’m dealing with my right shoulder.
- I had x-rays yesterday and they looked good. No separation and all my bones were right where they were supposed to be. This means no MRI for right now. My job for the next two weeks is to rest it as much as possible, ice every couple hours at home, and get the pain to manageable levels so I can start PT in a couple of weeks.
- I hate physical therapy, and, to be honest, I am not good at following through on my at-home exercises. However, I have added incentive this time. In addition to having a trip to Ireland and Spain planned in 3 months, the Beer Guy has said that if I don’t keep up with my PT, he will remove my arm and beat me with it. (This is likely hyperbole. It’s more likely that he’ll just speak sternly to me. Not sure I want to take that chance, though.)
I need a scribe. And a chauffeur. And a butler. And a pool boy.