Progress report

It's been 12 days since surgery, and I am pleased.  I think that's important! 

1. Discovered the beauty of flossing your teeth one-handed with the flosser gadget everyone recommended when I requested help to floss my teeth (on FB of course... jokingly!).  My new long-term favorite gadget and hygiene accessory!
2. Saw Aaron at the post-op visit last Friday the 23rd.  He was pleased with my progress.  
1. He removed my sutured, and felt I was a fast healer!  
2. He was amazed at my lack of pain; he said patients regularly come in with expressions of stress and pain readable on their faces, saying they HATE them!  I am taking my pain meds regularly, but only about 3 a day.  I wonder if the pre-op AP helped?  
3. Aaron's plan for me is increase range of motion passively over the next 6-7 weeks, until my next PR with Dr. Grimm.  My notes indicate it will be 12 weeks before strength training with a therapist.  Six months before they release me to do anything I want.
4. Mom and I may have misunderstood the extent of the surgery.  Dr. Grimm told us he didn't have to do extensive bone surgery, and we interpreted that to mean, simply repaired the rotator tendon.  He meant he didn't do all the bone remodeling that Kevin proposed when he suggested surgery back in June.  He DID clean up arthritis, and it WAS major surgery, one of the more extensive repairs they've done.  Major disease in the joint.  Quite inflamed, lots of frayed tendons waving in the synovial fluid.  They drill a hole and implant an anchor that will eventually dissolve.  Attach 4 large-diameter sutures to the anchor and to the tendon.  He said I need to go very slowly and carefully, in order not to risk the tendon attachment.
3. I worked out with Leslie this morning, then called Dish to help me get the recycled TV in the basement to work.  Then I bicycled and did the elliptical for another 15min before making a healthy breakfast.

I am pretty late to work, but am on my way.  After I floss my teeth!

I am blessed

It's three days post rotator cuff surgery, and all I can think is how blessed I am. The sun is pouring through my window, I'm enjoying the warmth. I'm reading a good book, I have my cat friends circling around me and making me giggle. I've had a shower and several bowel movements, so what more could I ask for hee hee. My discomfort is being managed acceptably with pain meds. I live in a lovely home that's comfortable and suits me well. Christmas music fills the air. Tea flavored with eggnog… Homemade minestrone soup from my dear friend Melanie… Feel like I've got it all. Nothing on my schedule, except get better. And that I feel like I'm doing.

On my way to Surgery

In about 1 hour, I will be on my way to FFTH for left rotator cuff surgery.  This is the shoulder I injured in June 2000, when Dad was in the ICU at FFTH with pneumonia and dyspnea; Sarah had come in with a broken tooth; we were expecting Jessi to deliver almost any day.  I was on the phone setting up an appointment for Sarah with GVEC, lifting a water bucket for Jessi's big birthing stall, and my rotator cuff snapped.  Never did anything about it then, just tried to ignore it.  It was painful and immobile for 6 years, then John pretty much fixed it with massage, at Thanksgiving of 2006.  It was fine until last fall, prior to Thanksgiving, and I aggravated it at Boot Camp lifting weights.  I did as much massage with John as I could, when they were here for Thanksgiving.  I hoped having Mary Johnson work on it would help.  The pain persisted, and I saw Kevin at COA in June.  He suspected the rotator cuff, ordered up some tests, discovered a full thickness tear of the anterior fibers of the supraspinatus with 2cm retraction, a partial thickness articular surface tear of the subscapularis and plenty of arthritis.  He gave me a steroid injection and advised me I needed surgery.  I scheduled it, then repeatedly heard glowing recommendations of Dr. David Grimm, "the shoulder guy."  I saw HIM in October, and he confirmed we needed surgery, but he did not feel it would have to be as drastic as what Kevin forecast.  I have to be at the hospital at 11AM.

I've tried to take a more assured approach, not giving vent to every thought or moment of anxiety or anticipation.  I am in good hands, with God, my surgeon, my post-op team and myself!  I've been working out forever, I feel strong, I'm only about 2lb heavier than when I left Jeremy's 2.5 weeks ago, though I feel much softer!  Everything will work out for the best.  Always does.

As I was showering this morning, I had the sense that this was the last time things would be "the same" for a long time.  I recognize this sense of change from the time before and after my knee replacement.  I highly anticipated the procedure, though I had no idea what was to come.  As prepared as I attempted to be, truly I had no idea what life would be like.  Everything would be different, for a long time.  Getting up and down, in and out of the shower or the car, putting my clothing on and taking it off, being a veterinarian.  I will learn to adjust to a new kind of pain, the restriction on my activity.  For a solid 3 months, I hurt.  I could not see pat that, how could I for the pain had become my new normal.  I had no experience, had never walked down that road so I really didn't comprehend I would get better!  Things would eventually improve, beyond my absolute wildest imagination.  I had gone from 20+ years of constant life-changing pain and instability, to pain with improved stability, to no pain and 100% return of use of this major joint!!  I could not get over how drastically my life had improved!  So here I sit in similar circumstances, not knowing what will be next, and only mildly uneasy with that.  Everything will work out for the best.  Always does.

Wisdom from Yesterday's Proverb

Yesterday, the 13th, I enjoyed a verse from the Proverb very much.  This is it:

Proverbs 13:3: Those who control their tongue will have a long life; a quick retort can ruin everything. (NLT)

I just knew I needed to read this verse!