I got a cortisone shot in my left shoulder about a month ago and it helped to reduce the pain by quite a bit. My right shoulder still hurt, especially by comparison, but the orthopedist decided to send me to physical therapy instead of shooting me up again for now. I get to keep taking the prescription anti-inflammatory (Meloxicam), too. It seems to help, but all the warnings and directives about when and how to take it freak me out. It’s like planning an invasion to get all the conditions (full stomach, don’t operate heavy machinery, could make you dizzy and/or sleepy, don’t drink alcohol) lined up right before popping the dose. It’d be easier to conquer Europe some days.
Anyway, I saw the physical therapist and she had me move my arms in a bunch of different ways and came up with yet another diagnosis of the problem. This is the third different take on what’s wrong with my shoulders.
Right now, I’m going with the doctors whose diagnosis is backed up by x-rays.
Go ahead, call me crazy.
The physical therapist has some very low-key exercises for me to do and that’s cool. I’m all for anything that will get me back to kickboxing and strength training without the pain. She’s got me lined up for a couple of sessions a week for the next three or four weeks (it’s all running together at this point: #2’s cast, divorce settlement, moving, listing the family home, physical therapy — you can see why taking the Meloxicam without alcohol might be challenging). Then we’ll see what’s what.
Looking at my calendar, I need a glass of wine. And maybe a shot of…something.