Behind the Wheel ---not!

My car looks lonely, doesn't it?

Argh... so I called the doctor today to see if I could drive yet. I've been a good girl and haven't gotten behind the wheel (mostly because my friends wouldn't let me) and finally called the doctor, certain he'd give me permission to drive. Wrong. "Not until next week's appointment". Again, I say, ARGH!

I've been staying with a friend, so getting to work has been easy. Even getting home has been problem-free. My problem is I'm a list-maker, a task doer and I want to get some things done. Things I can't do on my own because I can't drive. So, until next week I'll get chauffeured around and save gas.

One last time...ARGH!

recovery update

just wanted to check in and give you all an update. i had the shoulder surgery on the 13th, according to the doc "it was really lose". (I knew that, that is why i opted for the surgery.) :) mom stayed with me through yesterday and i am now staying with a friend for the next few days. i can't drive yet and need some help getting dressed from time to time. i was progressing nicely until today, but am pretty sore now and am not sure why it hurts so much more today than yesterday. i took a few photos which i will post in a few days. i have my first day of physical therapy tomorrow and am hoping to work a half day in the afternoon. we'll see how that goes.

i am gonna see if i can catch some zzzz's. write more soon,

Here I Go Again

During my junior year of college I had what is known as a capsular shift to my right shoulder. I remember vividly, waking from the surgery and feeling as though there had been some terrible mistake. I couldn't move my arm at all! The next several months were days of physical therapy, sleepless nights, and a whole lot of dependance on my roommate, Sarah. Years of sports, chronic instability, and poor posture brought about this surgery and now about 10 years later it's time to do it again!

On October 13th I go under the knife again - only this time on my left shoulder. I knew several weeks ago that it was getting to be too much and that this day was likely inevitable. And indeed it is. Yes, I've been through this before and survived; but I gotta be honest --- the fact that I've been through this before causes me great anxiety. It's one thing to opt out of a class now and then, but I'm not likely to opt out of work any more than absolutely necessary. Relying on my roommate to wash my hair, button my pants and prop the pillows was a gift I likely took for granted. Mom is going to stay for a week following the surgery, but those simple day-to-day tasks could be a bit difficult for the next few months. I'm really dreading it. I've thought more than once, "Maybe I should just cancel it. Live through the pain and just be careful not to dislocate it." But, why put off til tomorrow what you can/should do today, right? I'm not getting any younger and its far more likely that I'll recover faster at 34 than I will at 44. So .... here I go again.

*** On a happier note: the TITANS are 5-0!!