Yeah, so this is a rant and bit of a whine, but I occasionally need it.
So, about 3 years ago, I developed frozen
in my left shoulder. It's associated with nerve issues in the neck to some degree and since I have had neck surgery on that side
because the nerve canal that comes out of my spine were too narrow and then I developed a bone spur in the same area that tends to irritate the roots
of the nerve, it makes sense.
Of course, it hurt like crazy in the joint itself and I lost about 2/3 of my normal range of shoulder motion. And it took my about a year and half to
regain my normal range of motion.
And ... lucky me. I won the lottery. It seems that 1 in 5 people who develop it on one side go on to get it on the other, and that's what I've spent
this summer doing, getting my right shoulder frozen up! Woody-frickin'-hoo.
Now these two frozen shoulders have been the same and totally different at the same time. I've lost quite a bit of range of motion with both, but on
the left, it was the joint itself that was put-you-on-the-floor painful. So long as I didn't bump it or try to torque or extend it, I could almost
forget I had any problem with it. It was only when I brushed it against something or extended by reach against what it would allow that I was in
trouble. But this one ... Oh no, this one is putting pressure on the nerves down the front of my arm, so I constantly feel it across my chest, down my
arm, through my elbow (unique and horrible), and into my wrist and hand. I dogs me when I work, when I drive, I can't swing it to walk ... I get
constant spasms in the muscles all around it.
So I finally had to take action because I just couldn't fight it on my own anymore. I couldn't sleep, and it was interfering too much with the
necessary things of life.
So here I am ... One cortisone shot, one x-ray and prescription for physical therapy later.
I am discovering that physical therapy is all about how high my personal pain tolerance is because the only way to make this any better is to stretch
the hell out of it. So I get to stretch it to the limits of my endurance at home 3 or so times every day, and three times per week, I spend about 30
to 40 minutes letting the therapist yank it around in all kinds of happy fun time ways that push me to my limits because I have to let them go as far
as I can take it or else I won't get any better. And the lovely side effect of it all is that short-term, I am sorer so it doesn't feel better at
all even if it is moving further which is the point.
So yeah, it's making me grouchy. It's no fun to know that you're two steps away from taking your kid's head off just because you're tired and
really, really sore - like a bear with a bad tooth, but it's the only way to get better in any reasonable frame of time. It's no fun to know you're
going to hurt and hurt and hurt for the next four to six weeks because that's the only way to recover sooner rather than later. And it's hard to go
to therapy knowing you're going for a solid half hour of pain every time. It's hard to do home exercises when you know you're doing it to yourself
three times a day.
Yeah, sometimes life sucks.