It’s Wednesday. Wednesday is travel to downtown Seattle to the big Virginia Mason hospital and go to physical therapy. Oh boy! I actually do see progress.
They use these little tools, little measuring tools to measure the progress, or lack there of that you made in the last week. I really did try this week to make some progress. For the most part, I did the exercises I was told to. My arm cannot go backwards at all or out. By this I mean if you put the thumb on the hand up and the arm out to my side at a right angle, I cannot go any farther back than the side of my body. Its maddening, but it doesn’t hurt. The arm is just stuck.
Today I can raise the arm, I think it was from 97 degrees to 112 degrees. So there was some progress. That amounts to about three more inches I think upwards, in front of me. It went about five degrees more backwards, which is only about 1 inch. But that is good progress for a shoulder that was ‘frozen’. And, I am getting stronger.
I have not been able to get up on my left side, like to roll out of bed. Forget it, the left side is almost like I had a stroke. The right side is over compensating, buy hey, it works I can get up. So the therapist decided to see if I could get up off the massage table to the left. No )$)(*$ way. Well after two unsuccessful attempts, and I am getting nervous because I don’t want to hurt myself. Well I finally made it up. The therapist decided I cheated because I put my foot under the edge of the table and pulled myself up. Hey! That’s what I do on the right side anyway. Oh oh, she made me do it again.
To night I am so sore, I went back on ibuprofen. Wow, but I did it.
Overall, the arm is doing pretty good. I can move side to side. I can now go to the store, and hold my purse in my left hand and open the car door. I still cannot pull the driver’s door closed without having a rubber rope on the door handle to pull with my right hand. You should see how I do going through the drive thru window. I can’t reach to get anything. I think this is nature, telling me not to eat JUNK food!! LOL
I have to go buy a rubber ball, or two, and start rubbing them across my mastectomy incision to break up scar tissue.! Gee, don’t you wish you were me?
Oh well, it is all good. I am here. Anything on this side of the grass is good. People hate it when I say that.
Have a nice night. I dream of being able to move again.