I have a bunch of glam shots of my right shoulder sitting on the dining room table. Dave and I spent a long time staring at them the other night. Dave pretended to know what he was looking at, and I let him, because we were bored waiting for the kids to get home to watch LOST. But really all we could make out was my port, which I really didn't feel like looking at if you want to know the truth.
I spoke with my physical therapist briefly, by phone, yesterday. She said I have three things going on with my right arm: tendinosis in the rotater cuff, arthritis in the clavicle and shoulder, and a fraying of the bursa sac under the biceps tendon. I don't know if I said all that just right. I tried to write as she spoke...but I am right handed, and we are talking about my right arm. Plus I think my brain is still vibrating from the jackhammer they used on the MRI tube I was in when they took the pictures of my shoulder. Basically it was latent and pre-existing, and exasperated by the port. Which doesn't surprise me, as it has been so exasperating in general. A cortisone shot may be on tap, to see if I can tap into some relief. I have an appointment with my PT on Tuesday to find out the gameplan.
Meanwhile, I went ahead and played some tennis Friday despite it all. It was too nice a day not to, and besides, the courts behind my house looked like they needed some cheering up after the winter of their disuse. I ended up playing three sets and getting sunburnt. The first set my tennis bud Heidi and I got beaten by fellow tennis buds Aimee and Celina, 3-6. The second set Mikey and I got beaten by Aimee and Heidi, 3-6. The third set, Mikey beat me for his first very happy time, 6-3.
SO MUCH FUN. Worth the sunburn and the fact that I can barely move today.
On the flipside (of my shoulder) I have come to the rather inconvenient realization that the geography of my armpit has changed since the surgeries, rendering it nigh impossible to shave. Just a little kink in things that I thought I would mention, as I am a bit up in arms about it all. Which is not the most attractive thing in the world. And the truth is, I might think it's too inconvenient to do anything about. Even if I haven't mentioned any of this to my poor razor, who has already been through so much, to flippantly go breaking its heart again.