Had my 1st post op yesterday. I got to ask a ton of questions as I was in lala land when the surgeon stopped in after the surgery. Labrum was repaired. Luckily only one anchor was needed to repair the rotator. A massive bone spur was removed from my shoulder as was as a sizable lipoma. Which came back clean. My bicep tendon was intact and looked healthy. Saw the photos of my shoulder and they compared them to my mri. Arthritis, shoulder replacement, more anchors are a probability in the distant future.
I get to start real PT straight away and can work at my desk without a sling.
I thought I was a clever, tough guy yesterday and was swinging my limp dick arm around and pushing the envelope.
What wasn’t great was falling asleep on the couch with only the sling on and not the abductor pillow. I woke up out of deep snore to my shoulder melting in pain, as I had rolled onto it. All 262 pounds of my fat fuck. It took almost an hour and a half for the chewed up narco to kick in.
The pain was too deep to try and breathe, not breathe through it. I have a deep deep respect for opiates, as I had a brick a day habit, when I lived in Boston 27 years ago.
I am humbled by all of it, as I realize and accept that I am deep in the forest again with a limp arm and 50+ plus pounds to shed.
Yet, I happy to be out of the stands and getting back on the court again.
Time takes time.