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.

A New Boat, Painting and Moving

Last week I bought a new old boat, a Pionier 450 S, the kayak pictured below. The images were taken from the Folding Kayaks forum classified to which I responded.  I am thrilled to have made the purchase at a bargain price and look forward to the day when I can paddle it in green Tennessee lakewater.

Pionier 450 S

Pionier 450 S

Pionier 450 S cockpit

Pionier 450 S cockpit

Last weekend, my friend Eric and I painted some closets in the house my wife and I are buying, removed nails and stuff from the walls, patched cracks and holes, then visited for awhile. Eric was last out here June 2008 for Seventy-Six’s dedication at the church that meets in the Flatiron Cafe. Even though we talk on the phone from time to time, it was good to see him again.

Last Thursday, Caution-Lady’s parents arrived, and Friday through this evening we have all done some marathon painting, trying to get it done before the carpet crew is scheduled 7:30 tomorrow morning. We got the living room, dining room, entry and hallway, guest bedroom, Seventy-Six bedroom primed. Finish coated dining and living rooms, as well as master bedroom. Turns out living room and master bedroom will require second coats. The finish coat in Seventy-Six’s room has been cut-in. What all this means is that tomorrow night and Tuesday, we’ll have to be careful and use drop cloths. Kind of a hassle, but it should be okay.

Moving van is scheduled for Wednesday, and Caution-Lady is having some panic about getting everything packed by then. She’s back at school; in-service days and tomorrow night has parent orientation. Also Wednesday, my mom’s having surgery to correct, repair, or somehow shore-up an aortic aneurysm. I’ll be spending Wednesday at the hospital with her, along with my younger brother. I’m trying to get caught up at the office before I go out for shoulder surgery in August.

At supper tonight, my toddler boy kept pointing to my arm. “What’s that? What’s that? What’s that?” he kept saying in his childish tongue.

“It’s paint,” I said when I understood his meaning.

I’m going to shower now and remove the paint and sweat, then conk out.


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.