Downer

I’m home again today  I hate being home on a work day. I should have gone in but getting off the toilet back into the chair last night, just before bed, I did something to my left arm.  Now, the pain was grim but the pain was beginning to travel up my bicep.  I was barely able to make the transfer and then getting to bed was a challenge.  I was surprised at how well, I managed the transfer into my  chair from the bed.  I was a little spooked to use the trapeze but in the end I was able to sit up using the trapeze with a whole lot of support from my right arm. I called in and cancelled by day at work.

I called my primary care Doc and tried to set up an appointment day but no good. I did get an associate at the office.  The associate MD might be best in the long run.  This guy doe not know me.  My regular doc is a great guy but it seems, at times, we are more buds then we are doctor patient. Jamie-the doc—pretty much lets a me call my shots.  I primarily got to him to get signatures needed  for script refills, scripts for wheelchairs and other items medical. I think Jamie sees this and respects this but now I am sensing the relationship might be too lax. The last time I had a milder issue of this problem I seem to b suffering with now, he was fairly dismissive and scheduled me physical therapy—where I got some great blue tubing but very little P.T. as I understand P.T.  There is also issues less the full medical procedures because-I again I a sensing—him being reluctant to get me up on the exam table and do the whole “nine yard”.  Dianne is frightened he might be missing polyps, hemorrhoids and who knows what else? Like I said, I really like Jamie but maybe it’s time to move on.

Now that I have made the appointment, a lot of the symptoms I have been suffering seem to be going away.  I am getting better range of motion to my  shoulder, I was able to get dressed independently with little pain and I am just feeling over all…better.  The bicep is now tight like it has a charley horse and when I do move the arm and stuff the wrong way I get a sense of—better watch out or I am going to hurt you bad. So, I know the problem ids still  there, lurking, just waiting to come out tonight or tomorrow on the weekend when supports will not be round ( see last Saturdays entry). So, being Mr Proactive—I am going in to see what can be done and what it happening. Dianne thinks I might need an operation I hope not. I am not ready for that yet. This would mean going in to a skilled nursing facility(SNF) for the recuperation!  I have to be more independent—I have to loose the weight, build the muscle and get on with my life.  Dianne will be going in for surgery soon and she will be entering a SNF to recuperate. I must be able to car for myself totally by then.  Boy, is my bog turning into a real downer?