Have any of you ever had a torn rotator cuff? Have you ever had surgery to repair it?
I saw the orthopedic surgeon on Friday. I think they've reached the conclusion that Collin and I are taking turns there. They see one of us, then the other. I considered joking that my injuries were the result of Collin beating me up, but thought they might actually believe it.
The doctor ordered some x-rays and concluded I've torn my rotator cuff. Without an MRI, we don't know the extent of the tear, but we're going to wait a few weeks to go any further. A small tear, he explained, will heal on its own. A large tear will become an even bigger pain in the--shoulder. (Yes, I was going to use a different word, but thought better of it.)
He asked if the bruise on my chin was also from the fall. It was, along with a large collection of bruises on my left leg, a very sensitive spot just below my ribcage (also on the left side) and a headache I can't seem to shake. I sleep about 12-15 hours a day. Yesterday, I slept through two of my favorite movies and forgot a friend was coming by after church.
It's been fun. NOT.
I've got work to do that's not getting done. We just bought a new steam cleaner I can't use one-handed. I can't even take plates out of the cabinet for meals--Collin has to do it. I can't cook (okay, there is a bright spot in all of this). Getting dressed takes twice as long as it normally would.
Then I see TV commercials featuring kids from Shriners' Hospital, children doing impressive things without four functioning limbs. Boy, am I a whiny not-so-little wuss!
The doctor tells me if the tear turns out to be a large one, I still have options. Two, actually. I can have surgery to repair it, or I can choose to live with it. I wonder, can I live with it? Can I live with not being able to put the dishes away, not being able to fold laundry properly, not being able to unload the groceries, not being able to cook?
Sure. Why not?
This is my excuse and I'm sticking to it!