After the cortisone shot before Christmas my shoulder felt better - for about a week and a half. Then it went back to bouncing between "fine," "gnawing ache," and "excruciating pain." Everything I read said that it takes weeks for these things to have full effect, so I settled in to wait. Last week it got to the point where I needed to get into the leftover painkillers from the dentist in order to sleep - for three days. The problem is that while those do indeed knock me out, it's hardly restful sleep. So I called the orthopedist to make a follow up appointment. Yesterday I felt pretty damn silly, because it felt Just Fine. I was actually kind of relieved when I woke up and it was achy.
I left the office at 9:45 for my 10:15 appointment, and got there just a touch early. Then I sat. Apparently they had some emergencies to deal with - when I was done they were VERY apologetic - because I saw the doctor at about 11:40. I gather they all had a very bad morning... He asked some questions, did some strength and range of motion tests, and said "We need more information. Are you claustrophobic?" Um, no, and I know where this is going.
So as soon as they have authorization from my insurance company, they'll call me with an appointment for an MRI. I'd love it if whatever is going on will be shown to be something that will go away with rest and PT, but if it's a tear it may be surgery. From what I read, it's not likely to be a big deal, but it should be very amusing. I'm SO right hand dominant that I can't even use a fork with my left hand. Seriously. So this could be high comedy.
It was a doctor week - dentist on Monday, cardiologist on Tuesday (follow up,) chiropractor on Wednesday, and orthopedist on Friday. I'm not sure what happened to Thursday - I should have come up with something. I was a bit concerned that I'm falling apart, but a friend of mine pointed out that it's more like the 60,000 mile maintenance. I'll go with that answer.