Picking Up Where We Left Off

After we got home from camping, we both had a good night's sleep – well, as good as I ever get. The critters seemed happy to see us and, as I think happens to most of us, when you come home from any kind of a trip you look around your home with fresh eyes and appreciate what you have right in front of you a bit more. Or maybe that is just me. I'm always such a homebody, but don't always take the time to really feel the appreciation I should.

Saturday night son raced. I decided not to go – still basking in the glow of being home. I also was still a bit sore from our bike ride. He won his heat, but then got a blown-out tire in the main race, so didn't finish. He was disappointed, but that's racing!

Sunday I again spent catching up with what laundry we generated while out camping and cleaning out the camper to ready it for the next adventure.

Monday morning bright and early I was at the orthopedic doctor for x-rays and evaluation of my shoulders. The verdict? The x-rays look perfect. The shoulders are still suffering from what they call "frozen shoulder". When I was having trouble before, during and after my back/neck surgery, the muscles of my shoulders locked up and restricted my motion. I went to physical therapy for several months, and have continued the exercises at home ever since. I was pretty proud that my mobility and range have gotten better. Until the ortho doc looked at me and said, "your range of motion sucks". He said it must have been REALLY bad if this was the best I could do… At least he said it with a smile!

He looked through my medical info and asked me about treatments. I told him about the medication not working… and he looked at me and said, "you were taking these all at the same time?" Uh. Gee, doc… I'm not THAT stupid. He seemed surprised they hadn't worked, but I'm getting used to that. He explained he would give me some cortizone shots in my shoulders, then he recommended I resume physical therapy – and told me to have the therapist really beat on me and push me hard. I go back to see what progress I've made in 8 weeks. He tells me that sometimes if this doesn't work he'll have to go in and surgically "break" the muscle… but he doesn't like to do that, claiming sometimes he actually breaks a bone when he does that!! Yikes.

I don't know if any of you have had these shots before, but damn! They hurt! Big ol' needles! Luckily, he injected me in the back where I couldn't see what he was doing. They told me to go home and ice up, but I had a meeting at work first, so just went home from work early and tried the ice. I'm writing this the next morning and still am pretty sore and achy, but my nurse-dil informs me that I may hurt for a few days to a week until it actually starts working. I'll let you know. In the mean time, I set up my physcial therapy appointments. Starting next week. I'm bracing myself for a world of hurt.