Have you ever lifted something that was a zillion times heavier than anything you should lift?
Poised holding the box just higher than my knees I knew deep down that this was a bad idea. Unable to lower the box or lift it to the table, I froze and listened as a rip of velcro and a bolt of lightning shot from shoulder to wrist. No! Could I have broken a bone?
I’d had rotator cuff trouble for two and a half months, by the way. The pain just showed up one day and I hoped it would just go away someday.
This Thursday an x-ray confirmed my problem and today I had my first ever Physical Therapy appointment. But in between the two appointments, I lifted that box.
At 9:30 this morning I smiled into the hospital receptionist’s eyes and said, “Yes, my name is Crow, but something happened and my shoulder isn’t killing me anymore.” I felt like a school kid caught telling a whopper.
The therapists put me through some tests and sure enough. . . the pain in my shoulder is greatly decreased because I tore the bicep muscle near the crook of my arm.
This is absolutely the last health-related blurb that will post. It’s not fair that my youthful attitude can get an aging body into such trouble.