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I Got Repairs to My Repairs. I’m Healing Fast. This Is a Sneak Peek as to How I’m Doing It
Why we need to thank those who allow us to be able to run down the hill screaming. Or whatever you do when happy.
About eleven am, Tuesday, 25 January.
So the people from anesthesia called a few minutes ago to make sure that my arm was working properly. Up to about an hour ago, it was effectively a big fat dead leg o’ lamb, warm but useless, hanging in a sling for the second time around in nine weeks.
Why isn’t it that warm when I’m actually using the damned thing in winter? Go figure.
By now, however, I am typing away like mad, my upper shoulder one huge, one-sided 1980’s shoulder pad of white bandages from repairs to my repairs.
Let me explain. I had rotator cuff surgery November 18th. I was back at the gym using that arm not long ago, but a rough night on the couch two weeks after surgery condemned me to more repairs. Well, crap.
It’s a damned pity said rough night didn’t involve a handsome man. However I got all tangled up with weighted blanket, velvet pillow, furry teddy bear, shoulder bolster and sling, the latter two armed with Velcro, and I lost the battle. I woke up with my shoulder…