It started with a Willie Mays impersonation. On April 18th, (easy date to remember, 2 days pre-4/20!) while playing shortstop I attempted to make an over-the-head catch, running full speed, by laying out. Didn’t catch the ball. Touched it, though. Landed on my extended left shoulder. Familiar pain shot through my body. Shoulder’s out.
Fortunately, Aric G, a budding chiropractor (nice picture, I know – you’re thinking of him with little flowers all over…) helped work the arm back into its rightful place. Hoped that things would heal. Nope. Rest. Strengthening exercises. Therapy (complete with ultrasound stimulus.)
Doctor’s visits brought up the possibility of a tear in the rotator cuff. That’s what it felt like from the first day, actually. I tore my right rotator cuff in high school with the help of a few friends on the football field & a fun little drill known as “The Meat Grinder.” MRI & arthrogram determine that the cuff has a complete tear that needs to be fixed asap. Cut me, Mick,” says Rocky Balboa.
I have a date: Monday, 10/9 – check in 8:30 a.m., surgery 10:30 a.m. Everything goes well, surgery’s done by 11:30 a.m. recuperate in post-op, & then go home @ 2 p.m. More info as I get it.
You got it!
Sure thing… There still comin’
Isabelle and I prayed for you this morning. I am sure Eli and Kyle would have liked to pray for you as well, but they were getting acquainted with the wall texture as they couldn’t seem to keep from strangling each other out of pure “fun” this morning.
I’m happy that you’ll soon be experiencing relief from the pain that has been ever-so-present. Bennetts are prayin’, too.
I would like to resign from my position as grammar antagonist due to a blatant mistake made in my previous comment. What I meant to say was “They’re still comin’!”
Prayer and encouragement from the Harders.