Surgery Update

I have just three words for you, my friends.  Shoulder Surgery Sucks.  It really does.  Actually, I can't really think of any surgery that is fun.  So, I revise....Surgery Sucks. 

It could have been worse.  They didn't accidentally amputate my arm.  I had a couple of dreams that they amputated my arm.  It was disturbing.  So I still have two arms.  One of them just doesn't work as well right now.  I did end up having to have the tendon/muscle tightening surgery.  The surgeon shortened the tendons by 70%.  That's kind of a lot.  But they did this fabulous nerve block thing so that when I woke up from the anesthesia I wasn't in excruciating pain. It was awesome.  So, I really can't complain.  I have complained and I probably will continue to complain and possibly whine occasionally.  But the nerve block was awesome. 

Narcotics and I just don't get along.  But shoulder surgery with no pain medication at all isn't all that wonderful at all.  Now that it has been almost a week since surgery, I can happily say that I am having less pain and am using only ibuprofen so that alone helps me to feel much better. 

I have found that I am to the point where every other day is good.  Which means every other day is not good.  Today has been a not good day.  So I probably should not be blogging because it probably sounds more like whining.  It's blining. 

Although most of my good day/bad day rhythm comes from physical pain, but there is a tad bit of emotional instability thrown in there for good measure.  Today has been a bit more painful, but it has also become painfully clear just how hard this is going to be.  It's really hitting me.  Probably because I tried to do normal things today like shower and dress myself and be awake. 

But really, all whining aside, I really should get over myself.  At the end of five weeks when I get out of the sling (I think....I'm not really sure on that...) I will have two arms to use.  I'll be doing physical therapy and it will hurt and be hard, but I'll still have two arms.  Two arms that will eventually be in fabulous shape.  I would think at the very least that I will have some pretty awesome guns.  So I'll stop whining now. 

And because no blog post is complete without a picture, I have for you a picture of my rather tiny incisions.  There might even be a little side boob in there for some pizazz. 

P.S.- For some reason when I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and I was still drugged, I decided it was a good idea to take pictures of CG sleeping.  Maybe someday I'll convince him to let me share them with you.  Not my best photography work, but fascinating nonetheless. 

Another P.S.- It's not really a great idea to leave a drugged me unsupervised with a smart phone and access to several different forms of social media.  Thankfully the pictures published were family friendly.  This time...