One day this pain shows up. I’m working my shoulders in TRX. Feeling stronger by the day, then this nagging little pain becomes a sharp throbbing pain, then I have to take a break from working out.
My doctor was a riot. “How long have you had this pain?” When I told him it started in April, he didn’t miss a beat “So you rushed right in.”
I told him I go to doctors for big things like child birth, and Achilles reconstruction. The only times I’ve ever been in the hospital!
He did think that was funny. I liked him immediately, and it didn’t hurt that he was really a cutie! Doctor Eye Candy.
So this lovely picture of my shoulder shows a bone spur in the joint where the mouse arrow is. It only affects me when I have to use my left arm to do little things like, close car doors, pick up groceries or children, cook, clean, put on a seat belt. I can still type, talk, and be my general charming self.
The next step is an MRI because, if a bone spur wasn’t stupid enough, I may have a tear in my bicep. Yippee. There goes my weekend plans of Arm Wrestling! I’ll just have to wrestle right handed.
Working out is fraught with peril, just be warned. This is the second time I’ve gotten to a great level only to be side lined with surgery.
So, what can I be grateful for at this point?
First, I’m grateful that it’s my left shoulder, and not my right. I’m grateful it’s not reconstructive surgery. I’m grateful for a fabulous doctor that had me in and out of the first visit in less than an hour, and that was with the new patient paperwork! They were absolutely fabulous! Best doctor visit ever! Even if it wasn’t great news, I’m glad to know what’s wrong, and that it’s fixable.