Day Before

Today is the day before I am scheduled to undergo shoulder surgery to remove bone spurs on my acromium, “clean up” a supraspinatus partial thickness tear, and possibly fix muscle to bone should that appear necessary.  With a titanium screw.  Won’t exactly make me a cyborg, but I’ll relate a little better than I already do to Marvel Comics character Cable.  Blood and Metal limited series drawn by John Romita, Sr., has always been a favorite.

I have been working hard in the new house to get junk hauled off that the previous owners left, empty and break down boxes, remove the old boxes, clean and reorder shed and storage rooms, as well as attic and garage.  Yesterday picked up sticks, ran the line-trimmer, mowed, cleared off the debris with a leaf-blower.  I’m trying to get as much done as possible while I still have use of both arms.  Unsure whether I’ll be able tie my own shoes come Thursday.

The shoulder pain has been chronic for some time now, and of late has been growing worse.  I am disappointed the painful cortisone injection, short-term narcotics therapy, and  rather pleasant, longer-term physical therapy were all in their own ways ineffective.

Dunno yet how long I’ll be off work.  Ugh.


Last Sunday I reinjured my lower back when, while seated, I lifted my son onto my knee so he could better converse with my wife and me.  I probably had been trying to “protect” the shoulder that’s been giving me trouble, and didn’t lift the way my body expected me to lift the 24# bambino.  Angry, screaming nerves instantly informed me there was a problem.

I tried to be careful throughout the remainder of the day, Sunday.  Monday morning I could not easily walk and had some trouble with the routine activities of daily living.  Called in sick, and later managed to get in to see my chiropractor.  The doctor’s really good, and I got some relief.  I’ve been continuing my physical therapy regimen for the shoulder, and my shoulder pain is only about a four now, on a scale of one to ten.

Two days ago, in the evening, or the morning, I don’t recall, I put my son in his high chair, and in making the careful arc downward to set him gently in the seat, felt something in my back almost audibly give way.  Today, I will see if I can get in to see the chiropractor again.  I can still touch my toes, but it is only with effort and a little time that I can manage it.

Yesterday our son had surgery at a nationally known children’s hospital, and it went well.  We were up at 3:50 and checked in the pre-op waiting room before 7:00.  The hospital doctors and staff were efficient and friendly, and all went well without any happenstance or apparent complication.  We will have a telephone consult with the surgeon in about 10 days as a follow up.  She said he will experience the healing process as probably nothing more painful or serious than a “deep cut,” and that it would be okay to give him some baby-Tylenol for a couple of days.  Seventy-Six rested well yesterday and slept through the night without incident last night.

Physical Therapy

Yesterday afternoon I started a physical therapy program after a range of motion evaluation  – cervical spine, shoulder and arm strength, etc.  Painful and uncomfortable massage.  Patient education about posture – that was the most difficult – understanding that my habitual sitting posture has over the years resulted in chronic pain that thinks Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen are candy.  Spastic trapezius.

Today I’ve been practicing the exercises the therapist prescribed.

I’ve procrastinated some, but also got some paperwork completed that has been left too long undone.

The physical therapist told me not to kayak for a “short time.”  Maybe some time this month I’ll get on the water.