The World Fell Apart on Me

OK, really just my arm fell apart on me.

But it was my RIGHT arm dammit!

Sheesh!

Let's just be clear on one thing. If you ever question how important you are to your world, just be absent from it for a few days.

The fallout is something to behold.

I'll back up....

I had an MRI on my shoulder Wednesday and had an appointment with the Ortho guy on Friday for the results.

However, by the time Friday rolled around, I was in agony, unable to move my arm at all, unable to sleep a wink.

The doctor told me I have calcific tendonitis which can be very painful.

No shit Sherlock.

He's an interesting doctor, very short on words. He basically said that I have calcium 'crystals' in the soft tissue of my tendon and so it hurts like hell. Then he told me I could google the term for more information.

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Anyway, he injected cortisone into my shoulder and told me that the pain would likely get even worse for a couple of days because the cortisone tends to crystallize too. Joy, joy.

Then he sent me on my merry way, but not before I could squeeze in a few words.

Like:

"Can you prescribe some pain medicine because I already can't sleep and if it's going to hurt worse for a few days, well, I think I'd kinda like to be comatose thru that phase of the whole thing."

To which he replied, "Sure, I suppose we can prescribe something."

And he said it like I was the biggest baby in the world.

When I saw he had prescribed Vicodin, I knew he thought I was a big baby, but hey, Vicodin works for me, it always knocks me the fuck out.

But you know what? That Vicodin, didn't touch the pain really. I was in significant pain for four days, able to sleep very little.

When I broke my leg many years ago, they pounded a rod down into my tibia to repair it and when I came out of surgery, I was on a morphine pump, then on Vicodin when I went home. Vicondin helped that pain, that deep bone pain.

It did not help this incredibly sharp, yet deep pain in my shoulder very much.

Then once the pain was gone, my arm was stiff as hell. It has taken me a couple days of forcing myself to use it to get the mobility back in it.

And while I was laying around, practically dying, OK, no where near dying, just in a lot of freakin' pain, shit went tits up around here.

The main really bad thing that happened while I was out of commission was that I overdrew my checking account.

I had a sticky on my computer monitor to transfer money from my business account to my checking account on Monday but I didn't go into my office until today.

Oops!

It pisses me off too. The bank covers my checks but charges me $33 each and three checks cleared!

It's so expensive to be sick anyway and then you go adding NSF fees on top of it, it gets downright pricey!

I also had to let a friend down, I had offered to baby sit her little boy so she could play on Friday night, but I just couldn't do it.

Sunday night, B came over and washed my hair for me and blew it dry because I couldn't (and still can't!) lift my right arm UP. I didn't ask him to curl it for me so it looks pretty freaky, but it's at least clean!

One amazing thing happened on Sunday morning. I asked TJ if he would make me some hash brown potatoes, for some reason I was craving them. He came in with a breakfast tray that included one egg, over easy, just like I prefer it, a piece of buttered toast, ham and potatoes!

I looked at Baby and said, "It seems someone around here has been holding out on us!"

I guess the kid can cook after all!

TJ was really a prince during my little ordeal. He was good about making sure I had enough to drink and eat and he kept refreshing my ice pack for me.

Mostly though, I've laid in bed and read or tried to sleep.

I've read five novels since Thursday!

Now I've got to get caught up on mail and bills, etc.

You don't realize how important your health is until you become unhealthy.