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So I had some surgery the other day
And now I am back in the world of hurt I was in when I first got the injury (I fell down the stairs January 4).
I am also now hepped up on vicodin at all times. Ditzy! Loopy! Blank head! Ew.
The bruise gets worse as I heal but in fact, the bruise is nowhere near where any of the pain is so it's kindof a hilarious offshoot. People see it and freak but hello it's my SHOULDER that's in pain, yo.
I am frustrated by having to do even more PT post-surgery than I did pre-surgery. It's nice that I can do the same exercises better and longer but it's not the "hey I had surgery and now everything works just like normal again!!" that you would want seven months after falling down the stairs.
Yeah, I'm a wee bit cranky about the whole thing.
Four days post surgery, my surgeon was SO happy with how I'm doing, he was really puzzled by me crying. (As if he hadn't just yanked my arm around into 100 extremely painful positions.) "You're doing GREAT! That's better than good!"
Hopefully I will feel that way myself, soon.
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Plus rash! You forget to mention the rash! Seriously dude, I'm so sorry this is all such a pain. Hope it gets better every day.
i hope you're feeling better than good very soon.
Oh honey, that looks painful! I am glad you're feeling that the surgery worked. PT will have to be a necessary evil (though I rather like the challenge). Of course, as I mention every time, my PT dude is wicked hot...motivating factor, that.
oh sweets!! i'm sorry so about your fall. i hope the pain goes away soon. i'll be thinking healing thoughts for you everyday.
Ouch
Haha... how is your blog not blocked (but I can't see any photos, wtf)??
I'm glad to hear that your doctor at least thinks you're doing great, even if you're in more pain now than before... it's a good sign right? Uh... I think so? Hope things are getting better everyday.
One of those bitter--I mean, BITTER--truths no one can ever really convey to you--I mean, even if they TRY--is that there is no going back to to square one. We will never again be that 18 year old moron that, drunk out of his/her mind, charges a brick wall and laughs it off. We will always be that sad, 40 year old sage whose skull is still aching. Every damn injury mounts up until we live in a world of screaming pain and we beg for death. Then, eventually, we die.
Just thought I'd mention it.
You kind of think that when you have to have surgery you should feel crap before hand, and at least marginally better afterwards. It totally sucks when that doesn't happen. And nobody seems to understand why your upset about it!