I Do All My Own Stunts

I ran the race two weeks post fall and noticed that my right arm was a little sore, but I just assumed it was from carrying it incorrectly during the race.  So I decided to take off my requisite 4 weeks from any and all workouts which just happened to coincide with the holidays. Right before Christmas my shoulder started bothering me and my doctor suggested a cortisone shot to see if it worked; so I got the shot and hubby and I packed up the dogs and drove to the midwest for the holidays.

I developed a very limited range of motion in that shoulder and lost almost all strength. I was referred to a Physical Therapist that was like an angel. He spent two days a week for nearly 6 months rehabbing that shoulder and getting it to where I could actually put my hair in a pony tail without having to prop that arm up on the wall first.

When I stopped showing signs of improvement I was referred to a surgeon. Dr. Love (no, not his real name....but DAYUM it should be) was an intimidating 6'9" with hands that could have palmed the moon. Dark hair, skin and blue eyes....if he had told me he wanted to cut my arm off I might have entertained the thought. So handsome was this guy that I agreed to have surgery in 4 weeks to possible repair a torn rotator cuff and repair a bicep tendon tear. It could be nothing, but it might be something he said. Better safe than sorry he said. "You're the doctor" I said.  My husband was sitting in the room watching this imaginary love story play out with a smirk on his face. "Were you waiting for him to pull out the stirrups?"

Surgery went well. The anesthetist (another good looking dude - did I miss a calling in Orthopedics?!) performed a nerve block that made my arm completely dead weight. Dr. Love removed a significant bone spur from my shoulder that was digging into my rotator cuff. He cleaned up a lot of scar tissue and ground down the bone spur. I was sent home with a sling and, a few days later, some bruising that looked like I dated Chris Brown.

Now, just 5 1/2 weeks later, I found myself lying on the garage floor. Hubby was gone for the weekend, power was out and I was trying to start the generator. One of the dogs was sitting on the floor behind me as I turned around to get it started, so I tripped over her and landed on my freshly-repaired shoulder. After about 3-4 hours of laying in bed with an ice pack I called Dr. Love's office and they told me to put it in a sling and wait for my upcoming re-check. May have torn any number of tendons this time or could have broken a collar bone. Best case though is that I am just a dumbass that needs to be more careful.