Not sure what I’ve done. A few weeks ago my doctor heard how I, genius observer of things, had come to note a correlation between exertion and pain in my collarbone and shoulder. And, I went on astounding him with my powers of perception, it doesn’t take much to over-exert my dinged wing and find myself in a bad way.
He took me off the self-directed therapy sessions which was derivative of the successfully accomplished and officially guided therapy sessions. He told me to do a lot less. Aside from a very few things I have done much less as my shoulder and collarbone continue to heal.
For instance, this week, I’ve done nothing that would make my surgeon or wife mad at me. And yet my shoulder is all out of whack. There are spasms and other things that radiate from my left shoulder, over into my right shoulder, U-turn and then come back and go up into my neck and, like a sick joke, into my head.
If there’s such a thing as good days and bad days, I’m experiencing that this week and it is not cool. This began sometime last weekend and has been growing less pleasant all week.
There is the possibility, one supposes, that some of this might be the return of sensation in my shoulder. Sometimes I feel more than others. And, usually, I’d rather not. If that is contributing to this problem or not I don’t know. I am a keen observer of the human condition — read above — but it takes awhile.
I can say this: having the sensation of a dull, round, cold cylinder shoved through your shoulder, across your back and somehow up into your neck and the top of your head is a drag.
Don’t break your collarbone, kids. How one good break, surgery, titanium and screws can adversely impact everything from your shoulder blades up proves the accuracy of Dem Bones.
So back to the medicine, then.
Also, the lovely autumn:
