Today, survivor blindside. You may have noticed I havent posted much recently and Shades is woefully behind. A few personal things to take care of have slowed me down. I recently told you about an MRI I had taken that was, thank God, negative for a stroke. Something I was quite concerned about. Very disappointed in my new GP, who never called with the results and I had to track them down myself. The symptoms will probably just go away he advised. They didnt. They became worse and I made an appointment with the shoulder specialist. GP said it had nothing to do with my shoulders, but I trusted my gut. While waiting for the appointment those torn rotator cuff symptoms became more and more evident. There had been some significant changes since the last time hed seen me, so said the specialist. The Cortizone shot had lasted less than 45 days. I had three in my left shoulder and one in my right. Specialist said he wouldnt give me another shot. What do I do now? I asked. Live like this, which is a real problem because you cant take pain meds and you substitute your arms for your legs, so I recommend you have surgery on both shoulders, he answered. So, I asked him to explain the rotator cuff repair surgery. And now the blindside. You have nothing to repair. The only surgery is a total shoulder. A total shoulder? Why of course, Ive had such good fortune with those total knees. We talked. Lots of things I really didnt want to hear. No surgery, constant pain. No surgery, constant in home care because if you dont have legs AND arms they call you Bob. I needed time to think, so I begged him to give me another shot in each shoulder just to get me through Christmas. He upped the strength and gave me two shots. Blindsided again. A reaction to the larger dose of super strength Cortizone. My face swelled. I looked like Jack of Jack-In-the-Box commercials. So swollen I had a black and blue nose. Then extreme flush and highly elevated blood sugar. Feeling better today. Shot helped one shoulder, but only one. Walked out of the Doctors office and bought a big bag of chocolate. Helps me think, but doesnt help my blood sugar. Im getting a third opinion after Christmas. I wont do two shoulders at once. Learned that lesson. And it goes without saying, but I will anyway, that the thought of another major surgery fills me with trepidation. I told little sister Biblio I just wasnt sure Id make it through this. That doesnt worry me, she said. Youre tough. What worries me is that theyll torture you and leave you in a worse position than before the surgery. I think I told you once before I was on my way to being a brain in a jar on the table. Just didnt realize I was barreling toward it at break neck (knees, shoulders) speed.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 18:36:07 +0000
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