This is really good news, dudes. Really good news.
It seems I’ve been discharged by my orthopedic surgeon. Which means that, barring any (more) unfortunate incidents, he doesn’t want to see me in his office complaining about my shoulder to him any more.
You might remember, I had shoulder surgery on Dec. 17, 2010, almost a year ago. Before the surgery, the doctor didn’t think there would be all that much to do. Boy was he wrong. He ended up having to do a complete repair of the rotator cuff, staple the biceps tendon back into place and shave off part of my clavicle bone.
All of which made for a longer-than-expected recovery time. Of course, going through a GI bleed in which I lost so much blood that I kept passing out and falling to the floor whenever I stood up didn’t actually speed the recovery process at all. I kept passing out and I fell several times onto my recovering shoulder. Yeah, that one hurt.
Anyway, after far too many months of rehabilitation and visits to the doctor’s office, I’m finally free!
When I first got surgery and would be walking around with my arm in a sling, I got a lot of sympathy. People would talk about how getting rehab on their shoulder was the worst pain they ever went through. That really psyched me up to go in and start rehab. Here’s where you think I’ll agree with them, but you’d be wrong.
Sure, shoulder rehabilitation was painful, very painful, but it was nothing that can’t be overcome or worked through. Like most pain, it’s sharp and hard and then it fades away. Plus we did get some good drugs to help with that.
If you’re facing shoulder surgery, don’t let the naysayers get you down. Sure it’s going to hurt, but it’s nothing you can’t work through.
Now comes my reward. For the most part, I went under the knife for two reasons: a) when I tried to roll over onto my right side when I was asleep I’d wake up screaming in pain and II) I couldn’t throw the football with Hyper Lad anymore because moving the arm hurt too much.
I’m sleeping the night through, but the best part is yet to come. Tomorrow, when the rain stops and Hyper Lad gets home from school, he and I are going out into the front yard and we’re going to throw the football around.
It’s going to hurt a bit, but I don’t care. This is the thing that will make the pain worth it.
Discharged, dude. Never did a word sound so good.