Note: This post is by Dymphna, pasted in here by the Baron on our way out the door.
I am not looking forward to the repair of what my orthopedic surgeon calls a “massive” tear in my rotator cuff. The adjective is a bit alarming.
So is the idea of having my arm in a sling for a month. You know the expression “it’s like losing my right arm”? Well, that is more or less the case here for awhile. Typing with one hand, perhaps. Or dictating to the Baron… actually I like the idea of dictating to him. He’ll have to do “Sieg Heils” and such, just to get in the proper frame of mind.
This is supposedly an outpatient operation, lasting an hour and a half. It is followed by the insertion of a catheter with a nerve block that lasts 48 hours. I like the idea of the second procedure very much. NO morphine — hooray.
Then tomorrow we begin rehabilitation of the shoulder. I guess they start so soon to keep movement in the joint. Or perhaps Freud was right and surgeons are all secretly sadists.
Actually, I like this doctor very much; pleasant fellow. I like even better that he’s done more than five hundred such procedures. The lucky bugger is probably sitting down to breakfast right now, whereas I may not have so much as a sip of water. I had the Baron make his morning coffee last night so I wouldn’t have to smell it this morning and have my stomach thinking that caffeine was on the way.
Blogging will carry on without me for the time being. I’m sure the blogosphere will manage somehow.
Wish me luck!
[end of this story, for now]