A Crack
I just discovered this morning while at a physical therapy appointment that in 2013 and 2014, I had fallen through a crack, make that two cracks.
At first I thought my primary had mad a mistake in sending me to a PT appointment for a shoulder ache. After all, this 81 year young body is bound to have an ache here and there. This morning, I saw Dan Kern, my usual. Mike was out. In 2013 when I had had the first reverse shoulder surgery, I should have had physical therapy as well as the second reverse shoulder in 2014. Me and my shoulders fell through the cracks.
I had had no idea that there was more to the story than recovering from the actual surgery. No one else that I knew then or now could have given me an insight.
Dan was amazing. I was amazed. To make a long story short, Dan feels that there is so much improvement to make for mobility in my shoulders, even the left stroke one. Wow. For this first session, I came home sore but thrilled. Anything out of my ordinary would buck. I have home exercises two times a day, seven times a week. I will see Dan once a week for six weeks. After this long of a time, there have been some tendons and muscles that have gotten quite comfortable enjoying the backseat. There will be no fast harsh treatments. Slow and steady, Dan believes will win the race. Me also. Whew, what a blast of information to receive.
This afternoon, Furniture Gallery from Sleepy Eye delivered my recliner. It fits right in with our motif . . . early attic.
With that I will take my leave. ♥