Ok universe, I would very much appreciate a redo for today, please and thank you. It is 9:30 on Saturday night and I am supposed to be dancing my booty off with some friends at a concert. Instead, I am on the couch, more than a little loopy from muscle relaxers.
Very long story short, I’ve had extreme shoulder pain for the past 48 hours. Extreme to the point that I can’t lift my right arm, seriously considered wearing a sports bra to work under my suit because the other ones were so uncomfortable, and couldn’t really change clothes or do my hair without tears. I tried stretching, meditating, ice, heat, and more stretching. It continued to get worse. It felt frighteningly familiar and last night when trying to sleep, I was so scared that I felt like I was going to hyperventilate.
You guys know what my fear was, don’t you? Sudden extreme pain, loss of function, a sensation of “twisting.” Please no symmetry, please no symmetry, please no symmetry. I just don’t think I can handle this again.
I went to the Saturday am sick clinic at my doctor’s office this am (WONDERFUL concept) and after initially scaring the crap out of me, they have ruled out torn rotator cuff (which was surprisingly their main concern) and arthritis involvement in the shoulder (the joint looks really good, no inflammation to speak of)and are thinking it’s tendonitis that has really aggravated all the muscles nearby. I have a follow-up appointment this week and they are wanting to set me up with physical therapy.
Whew! I’m ok with tendonitis.
I have no idea how this happened. They keep asking me if I have fallen recently (surprisingly no) and have I been working out a lot lately (HAHAHAHAHAHA.)
I have a pretty high tolerance for pain now and this whole shoulder thing….it takes a lot for something to hurt so bad that I burst into tears and am willing to venture out of the house dressed like a hobo with really bad bed head. In fact, this tendonitis kicks RA’s ass. I never thought I’d say that.
Now that doesn’t mean, my dear sweet RA, that you have free license to stop playing nice. Because you don’t.