So I discovered in May that the shoulder pain I had been having over the past year and a half wasn't tendonitis but a torn rotator cuff with a side of inflamed bursitis.
This was not joyful news. I do not like pain.
I try to avoid pain as much as possible and when I do encounter it I'm not a happy person.
( I would not make a good terminally ill patient. )
I'd be pretty much like our 15 year old cat, Jess.
Whiny, demanding and laying all over the house anywhere I desired.
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This is Jess in our dog, Blaze's bed. She pretty much sleeps there even though she has her own cat sized bed. Blaze has retaliated and sat in Jess's bed but Jess remains unfazed. |
The prognosis was that it would need to be operated on. If I didn't act on it then it could become permanently damaged. I sulked for a few days then decided to bite the bullet and get it over with.
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Our family photos from last year- Me and Kirstin-Love! |
Since I would have my arm in a sling for 6 weeks I decided to cut my hair. Before you protest, do you know how hot long hair is in NC in the summer? Yeah- It was pretty much all I could do.
You can't put your hair up in a pony tail with one hand people.
I tried.
It didn't work.
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All styled after just having it cut! |
My dear friend Tina did a wonderful job and it's only hair, it'll grow back
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What it actually looks like when I do it. |
So this is how I'm looking now a days but with much bigger hair since I only have one hand to tame it with. When my hair is short, it's the boss!
Back to the shoulder. Last Wednesday I had outpatient surgery. Which went well and I was home by 4 pm. Emil took off work the rest of that week to take care of me. And telecommuted this week. He's pretty amazing and I think he loves me more after this.
The first couple of days were great. I was on a nerve block then Oxcodone and life was good up until Monday.
Monday I had started to feel nauseous from the Oxcodone and decided to try to go off of it and replace it with Ibuprofen instead. I felt like throwing up all day and stated on the couch the entire time. Tuesday I felt like a mental patient because I literally could not talk with out breaking out in tears. It was ridiculous. I can only surmise that as I was coming off the Oxcodone it was having some weird effect on my emotions. Yesterday was better and I just read all day but I did not sleep well.
Today I feel somewhat human. I'm suppose to wear this sling for 6 weeks and not drive for the same amount of time.
It's been a week and I can tell you right now I can't see me making that 6 week mark.
Don't tell my Doctor.
Tomorrow I go to get the stitches out.
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Yep- Jess called it! |