Last Shoulder Update?

Had my latest appointment on Thursday.  In the 6 weeks since my last appointment, I've had a remarkable development with my care.  I've been told that I've had enough physical therapy and I should be fine.  Not by my doctor, or my physical therapist, mind you.  No, that would make sense.  That nugget of wonderful health advice came from my esteemed health insurance provider, which shall remain unnamed.  (It's initials are BCBS.)  Oops, that slipped.  Yeah, not to go off on too much of a tangent, but my insurance will only allow 30 visits per calendar year, and the fact that my surgeon sent me for 8 visits back in May to try to avoid surgery is of no matter.  So much from attempting to save money.  Should've just had the surgery, I guess.  And please don't try to find someone in authority to speak with to appeal such a decision.  It's kind of like trying to find a grown man who will admit to enjoying New Moon.  You know they're out there, you just can't find them. 

Anyway, I've been trying to do my own physical therapy at home, and it's been progressing fine. I've noticed myself being able to do more and more things with my right arm over the last month.  The pain is getting to be less and less.  I have stopped having to use the patches at night to sleep.  I'm down to 1 anti-inflammatory pill per day.  I'm off the ice and the heating pad.  Things finally seem to be looking up.

So I'm at the doctor's office for my follow up and he ran me through my paces.  Asked all the questions and give it a look.  At the end of the visit, he gave me the good news.  He told me that I could go back to playing golf and swinging a bat.  He told me to let my pain be my guide.  He told me that I could even go back to the gym and resume upper body workouts.  He did give me the warning to not push through pain, but he's basically set me free.  He even told me I could try to throw a little as long as it's at low intensity and see how that goes.  Little does he now that's how I throw when I'm at 100%.

He told me to come back in 3 months if I want to.  If I want to?  Riiiight.  That's exactly what I want to do, go back to the doctor.  Then he rephrased and said come back if I'm still having any problems.  Otherwise, I'm done.  Free.  Released.  How great is that?

I know I'm not at 100%, but I feel pretty good.  Played ball for a while with the kids Saturday night and paid for it Sunday.  I could barely lift my arm Sunday morning.  Somebody say welcome to your thirties.  But I think it's just going to continue to get better.  At least that's what I'm choosing to believe.

Thanks for reading these updates.  I hope to find the inspiration to continue to write a little.  So long for now.    

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