On the Mend

Surgery went well. I was back to work on Monday and took off yesterday. Actually, I worked a few hours from home yesterday. I have an incredible amount of stiffness and pain especially in the mornings.

The Doctor went in and cleaned up the bi-cep tendon; socket area and cleared out some bone that was causing irritation along with scar tissue and excess cartilage. I will know more after my two week check up appointment with him.

He mentioned that surgery could not have gone better and therapy will start right away. I had my first therapy session on Monday. After an hour of moving and grooving the shoulder area actually felt okay until the next morning. I was sore from therapy and nauseated from the pain; at that point I decided it was best to work from home.

I was released to drive and remove my immobilizer except for high risk areas, such as the mall and local bars, should I choose to go out. The dressing has been removed and I have 4 small incisions no bigger then my pinky fingernail.

It is amazing how far along the medical industry has come and how quickly the recovery time is. The doctor feels that I will be back to normal in 6 weeks. I feel that there is no normal and 6 weeks in my opinion will be pushing it – but then again what do I know – I do not have the medical degree.

For now, I am letting “T” handle everything and just relaxing or um, being lazy as I like to call it.

Surgery Bound

Tomorrow at 1pm I will be headed in to undertake the knife. That is right – shoulder surgery for me.

The good ole doctor will be going in to shave down the frayed bicep tendon ligament along with the removal of several bone spurs; extra cartilage and scar tissue. After all that he will then proceed to the ball/socket joint to repair some frayed ligaments in that area as well. If the need for reattachment needs to be done he will anchor the ligament into my shoulder bone after drilling a hole. Sounds just lovely if you ask me.

The recovery period will last from 3-6 weeks or up to 6 months depending on the severity of all the ligaments damage and whatnot. I will be either in an immobilizer for 6 weeks or a splint for 1 week. The immobilizer will be necessary if the bicep tendon should snap during the repair of the frayed area or if the fraying is beyond repair and it just gets reattached.

Surgery will last for about 2.5 hours and then one hour in recovery before heading up stairs for my ride home. The day just keeps sounding better and better. I will be so happy when I am finally at home in my own bed or um, chair. As I don’t think I will be sleeping in a bed for a while.

I have made plans to be taken care of by “T” and my LM. LM who keeps asking to see my shoulder and kiss the pain away has been so sweet and adorable. Then again, I would not expect anything less. ;)

LM keeps saying, “Hey Mommy, I’ll sleep on the couch beside you and kiss your booboo better.”

That is very sweet; however, I don’t think I’m going to want my booboo touched for a few days.

Something To Look Forward To

63 days until I’m in sunny San Francisco – 68 days until I’m at Texas Stadium cheering on the Dallas Cowboys who will be playing the New England Patriots -

79 days until I’m in the Mile High City with my LM, who has never flown, visiting my sister and her wonderful family. My only hope is some child deprived passenger doesn't get all worked up about my child talking or even moving on the plane.

I will total 13 days in the office out of 31 for the month of October.

Working vacations are GRRRRRRRRREAT!!

Missed Commotion

Waking up on Sunday after a very playful Saturday, I walked out onto the porch to see Ralph (my landlord) hanging out as usual. He greets me with, “Are you just waking up?” My startled look with messy hair may have given that away, “Yep, had a long day and decided to sleep in today.”

It seems that I missed all the commotion of some drunk flying down the side street that rammed into the back of a parked van which pushed the van into a vehicle that was parked in front of it. I missed the sirens; the lights; the policeman and fire fighters all running amuck outside of my home at the rightful hour of 5AM.

I even missed the huge bright spotlight used to shine on the accident scene- Ralph said it was so bright they couldn’t walk into their kitchen or living room without shielding their eyes.
I guess having an air conditioner and dark curtains in the bedroom have paid off.

Well, maybe that helped, but being dead ass tired had something to do with it also.

Yoked

WTF? Here's to the SOB that egged my car - thank you so much for showing me what kind of worthless piece of trash you are. I hope if you have kids someday they turn out better then you obviously did.

Your parents must be so proud of you for turning out to be so devilish. Luckily, I noticed it at lunchtime so I could get it washed off since you know egg yolk ruins pant.

JERK!!

Here's hoping you someday have a nice ride and someone destroys it with a dozen eggs.

The Bat...

My son has broken 2 plastic bats in a matter of one week. Instead of going on out and wasting a few measly dollars I decided to invest in a good hard core bat. We’re talking the mother of all bats – a regulated tee ball bat that makes the ping sound as it blasts the ball to the outfield.

After swim lessons I told LM I had a huge surprise for him if he was, of course, good. He complied and was the perfect little angel any mother would have dreamed for. Once he got in the car I drove him over to the park where the little league baseball games are held, made him close his eyes and pulled out a brand new black bat with flames hovering around the tip.

You would have thought LM won the local lottery. He started to jump around screaming at the top of his lungs, “Mommy, thank you!” At that moment, we proceeded to the home plate and pitchers mound were T threw in some mean pitches. I watched from the catchers position amazed that my baby could hit the ball to the outfield over and over again.

He did struggle in the beginning for the feel of his new bat but once he got the hang of it there was no holding him back. I really need to invest in a video camera at this point.

We got home ordered pizza – he even sat nicely on the porch and gobbled down his 2 pieces before asking to go over to bat around again. Not to mention, he just had to show the landlord, Ralph. This time taking over 2 baseballs and 2 softballs – LM was impressed with how big the softballs were – kids, funny things they come up with and say.

We played until dark only to find that LM developed a small blister on this thumb, next time I’ll pull out the batting gloves I got him when a hissy fit was taken in Dunham’s. ARG, story for another time.

This morning when he got up he asked if he could take his bat to his dad’s but only to show him because he wanted to keep the bat at my house. I agreed, and with that we were off to Dad’s. He jumped out of the car hid his bat behind his back pulling it out and showing Dad his mean swing. After explaining his boo boo he handed me the bat and said, “See you in a few days mom, and thanks again for the bat!”

It’s times like this that make you feel so proud and loved!