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Friday, 1 December 2017
Shouldering the burden.
Back on October 1st, just two months ago, I spoke of some damage I'd done to my right shoulder.
I consulted Dr Google, and self-diagnosed that it was either my Rotator Cuff, or a Frozen Shoulder. Both present with much the same symptoms.
It seemed that repair could take anywhere from one year to three; and in certain cases never. I was very depressed at the prognosis.
It was amazingly painful, and debilitating; sleeping at night wasn't easy. There were several things that I could no longer do; it was like living with one completely dead arm, and seeing as I am right-handed was a right bugger. Luckily I could still drive, write, and cook; all tasks that can be done with the arm downwards.
My most important task at this time of year is providing logs for the fire. It has to be (chain)sawn and brought inside, and I was simply having to suffer in non-silence to do the necessary. I even considered getting someone in.
Recently I was doing something that involved lifting with my right arm, when there was a 'silent clunk' up by my shoulder, and my arm suddenly became more mobile. I am now thinking that my problem had been a DISLOCATED SHOULDER, and it had unwillingly popped back into place. The permanent pain on the right side of my neck also immediately disappeared.
Strangely, I had considered this diagnosis, as my shoulder bone did seem more pronounced than before, but being me.....
So, it looks as if I'VE BEEN GOING ROUND WITH A DISLOCATED BLOODY SHOULDER FOR THE PAST TWO MONTHS. I'm still not certain that it was this, but I shall continue to rest my arm for a while, and see what happens. I still have the constant bloody pain, but the arm is slightly more mobile.
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!