Mare Mare’s place to ramble on…..

I think I’ve mentioned in the past what a clutz I am.  About 5 years ago I was living in a house with a basement that had a laundry room in it.  I have a bit of OCD when it comes to climbing or going down steps…I have to count them.  If I don’t I will fall.  Or at least that’s what I have myself believing.  Well, this one day, I didn’t count the steps going down to the basement.  I fell.  I remember waking up at the bottom of them and I remember I hurt all over.  Thankfully it was only about 5 or 6 steps.  I didn’t go to the doctor of course….because I’m tough. (?) I was an EMT for 8 years, and if there was anything wrong, I would surely know it…..I don’t need to pay a doctor to tell me what I already know.  Uh huh.

Anyway, I healed and my aches and pains eventually went away.  The only remnants of that little trip that remain is my shoulder and arm.  About 2 or 3 times a year I do something….bend or twist or pull or sleep on it the wrong way, that makes it hurt again.  A lot.  Part of my latest insomnia has to do with the fact that every time I move, the shoulder/arm feels like a knife is cutting it open.  Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of radiating pain you would associate with a heart attack.  It’s associated with a DUMB attack.  Normally when this happens it goes away in a week or so.  This time however, it’s been about a month or so….and it isn’t getting any better. 

I realized that my deductible is already paid for the year, so I might as well go to the doctor and have the thing checked out.  However, I’ve heard very painful stories about rotater cuff surgeries and how the people were better off NOT having it done.  I’m still “torn.” (Ha ha?)

There’s my personal Boo Hoo of the week.  I’m so pathetic.  It really sucks getting older and not healing the way I used to.

Sigh.  I’ll keep you posted.

Peace!!!