Good morning, my friends. It was a day with no quilting. It wasn't planned that way, but my morning doctor's appointment wore me out. It wasn't terribly stressful, and the news I got wasn't unexpected. Nevertheless, I still have no answers, and that left me feeling kind of glum for the remainder of the day. I'll say more about this at the end of my post. If you're not interested in someone's health-related woes, you'll be happy to have me leave it for the end so you can make your escape. Don't worry, I'll warn you.
So let's just see if anything else was accomplished. Before I left, I had some time for some slow-stitching.
Okay, so here's the story with my shoulder. Way back on December 28th, the day we left on our trip, I noticed my left shoulder was aching. I chalked it up to the effort required to carry laundry baskets full of my belongings out to the RV the week before. It seemed odd, though, because I'd been working out on the Bow-Flex a couple of times a week. I'm not trying to look like Mrs. Universe, but I use enough resistance to maintain strength. So...okay...maybe my shoulder was sore from that. Only...it never got any better.
About a month into our trip, I decided to try a strategy a doctor had given me for my knee a while back. He described this treatment as "2-2-2." Two naproxen (Aleve), twice per day, for two weeks. So, I did that. It made no difference whatsoever. It gave me no pain relief, and it was no worse when I stopped taking it.
Okay...so inflammation is apparently not the problem. Since then, I've just been living with it since the end of December until I could see the doctor yesterday. He's the same doctor who treated my shoulder fracture a few years back (different shoulder), and I like him a lot. He was conservative about recommending any surgery for my shoulder fracture, and it turns out, no surgery was needed. I can trust a doctor like that.
So yesterday, I got x-rays, which didn't show much. They showed the expected arthritic changes you'd see in a person born during the 14th Century. (I've carted a lot of wagons in that time.) The doctor believes it is a torn rotator cuff, and that makes sense to me. It would explain the sudden onset too. Okay, so that means I need an MRI. He was concerned, however, because a lot of insurance companies are requiring a trial of either physical therapy, or injections, or both, before authorizing the expense of an MRI. He's ordered the MRI, but he also gave me a referral for PT, just in case.
As it stands, I'm waiting to see what will happen with the MRI. Will they authorize it? If so, that would be the best case scenario. Will they insist I try PT and/or injections first? It's unknown at this point. It left me feeling kind of bummed at having no answer and no solution in sight. It's painful to the point that it's doubtful I can participate in PT in a way that would be helpful. I fear it will only make the problem worse. I'd be willing to try the injection, but that probably won't help either. I'm hopeful they'll just authorize the MRI and we can get on with whatever surgery is required to repair it. And that's where it stands. Maybe today will bring some answers. I'll keep you updated when I learn anything new.
Okay, standing up straight now. A day awaits. Slow-stitching is next.



























































