This was the look on my face yesterday after I had an appointment with my orthopedic surgeon. Here I am trudging along in physical therapy, thinking that I'm well on my rode to recovery. It's getting easier to use my arm, and my shoulder feels more natural when it moves. Well, it seems that the doctor was far less impressed with my progress, which lead me to looking like
I am having a very hard time lifting my arm straight up, and I should be doing that by now. I have what they call a frozen shoulder. I can raise my arm up just so far, and then it's like hitting a brick wall. On Monday morning, I'm going back in for this lovely procedure:
" A manipulation is performed with the patient sedated under anesthesia, and the doctor moves the arm to break up adhesions caused by frozen shoulder. "
All I can think of is scar tissue tearing. There are YouTube videos which show how it's done. Nope, I'm too chicken to watch them. So, I've been doing whole lot of
Hi, I'm Tanya. Our home is shared with three Bostons named Rhubarb, Scarlett, and Henry. It's never a dull moment with 12 little paws underfoot. I am passionate about stitching samplers, and I love sharing that passion with like-minded people. I also enjoy antiquing and decorating our house with my finds.