Y’all, this was a WEEK! Yikes!
My office was inundated with various tasks due to the cyclical nature of our work, and I had a lot of stress with personal stuff because life, y’all!!
The Mr. took my car in for maintenance Monday, and we didn’t know that the dealership had changed owners along with computer systems, so they had no clue what work was supposed to be done, and we had no clue because when we found out that a lot of stuff had to be done, we were in the midst of prepping for my December shoulder surgery.
Did you follow all of that? Ha!
So the Mr. called me to find out what my car needed. There’s a reason why he was the one handling it because I don’t know anything about cars.
It was a situation.
By that afternoon, my stress level was super high because I was still waiting for the insurance lady at my doctor’s office to call with my MRI authorization, and despite leaving a voicemail Friday morning, I still hadn’t heard back from her.
It was a situation.
I finally got her on the phone after going back and forth with my brain. Do I call or not call? Do you ever do that?
I’m glad I called because she had to call my insurance company and get the authorization over the phone because they wouldn’t fax it anymore.
That’s a lot of italics, but it would have been a worse situation if I hadn’t called. I was able to get my MRI scheduled for the next day.
Tuesday, I got to work a little late because of the MRI, and we had TONS of mail to process. It was a very busy day, and my arm, with the dye in it, was super sore.
Thursday, our phones rang nonstop. I didn’t mind because I was, no surprise, super stressed about my MRI results, which I was set to hear about Friday morning during a follow up with my surgeon.
If you haven’t been here long, here’s a history lesson (my apologies to my followers who are reading this for the third time).
Last Fall, I started experiencing issues with both of my shoulders. My orthopedic doctor and I decided to attend to the left one first because I had the most pain with it. The MRI took forever to get authorization for because the system had an update that messed everything up. That might explain why I was so stressed this week with the newest request.
But I digress.
In December, I had surgery to repair a badly torn rotator cuff and labrum on that side, and the doctor removed a bone spur. My left shoulder was in bad shape, let me tell you. I’m still in physical therapy to get that shoulder back to some semblance of normal.
All along, I kept reminding my surgeon about the right shoulder, and the game plan, originally, was to hold off until this Fall to address it.
Well, the pain in my right shoulder during the past few weeks had progressively gotten worse, so we started down the path of trying to deduce what exactly was wrong.
I had my suspicions since I’d become a pro in all things regarding pain and the shoulder area.
Hence the MRI on Tuesday.
One aside: during the MRI, where the noises started getting to me, I envisioned the beautiful scenes I’d been reading from the Anne of Green Gables series. I pictured myself walking through Rainbow Valley. Ahhhh . . . the power of reading.
I went back to the doctor yesterday for the results.
It turns out that my labrum is torn, and it’s possible that I have a tear in my rotator cuff. The doctor wasn’t completely sure despite the MRI. I also have a bone spur.
We had a lengthy discussion about treatment options. The labrum tear will not heal on its own, which I was already very aware of thanks to all of the research I’ve done since I began dealing with the other shoulder.
My surgeon said that he could give me a steroid shot to alleviate pain, but it might only last three months. We would still need to address the tear through surgical means at some point.
This is probably one of the best times during the year, as far as my job is concerned, to go back under the knife, so I opted for surgery. Before leaving the doctor’s office, I had been scheduled for surgery in June.
I am hopeful that this recovery won’t be as intense as the first one.
I am hopeful that my surgeon won’t find more damage when he goes in. It’s a possibility, and that’s what happened with my left shoulder, so I’ll just have to wait and see. He told me that he always inspects every part of the shoulder when he goes in like this to ensure that everything that needs fixing gets fixed.
In the meantime, I’ve got a little more prepping to do. I want to find button-down shirts and dresses because pulling clothing over my head hasn’t been something I can do after shoulder surgery.
I’ll make an extra pitcher of ginger-turmeric juice and a big pot of soup as well. I’ve also got to make sure that we have vegan ice cream for my post-recovery treat since my throat was very sore after my previous surgery.
Through all of this craziness – I mean, who has two shoulder surgeries in seven months – I continue to trust God.
I know that whatever is wrong will be tended to by His loving hands, and that this part of my story is being written for a purpose.
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