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My doc said 8weeks, and that's what I'm gonna cling to with big knobblies :-))) -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Brendon & Michelle Hutchinson Sent: 10 September 2009 08:10 To: Dark and Dirty Subject: [DarknDirty] Re: Shoulder log - peek into the life of the clown Wow, wishing you a speedy recovery! Sounds similar to mine...except when you tear ligaments it's 5 months until you can get back on the bike!! Heal up fast, take it easy with the riding and do what the physio says! They really know what they're talking about! Sent via my BlackBerry from Vodacom - let your email find you! -----Original Message----- From: Vortexe <[email protected]> Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2009 22:40:21 To: DarkAndDirty<[email protected]> Subject: [DarknDirty] Shoulder log - peek into the life of the clown Shoulder log Day 0 (Friday 7 August 2009) Day of the op. We left home at about 05:40 to be at the hospital at about 6:00am. More of a formality 'cos they asked us to, as I'd already filled in the admissions form and faxed it to them. Yes. FAXED... Shown to my bed, had a shower with hibiscrub and waited for the docs to come and see me (I was booked for 8:00am). The first person to come see us was a dude with the most terribly squint eyes. Both my wife and I got the fright of our lives thinking he was the anaethetist. Turns he was the physio, and yes, mostly blind. Wouldn't guess it though from the way he walks, unless you knew... Finally the anaethetist comes around to see me. Checks me out and tells the nurse to administer the premed (Atarax and DF118) . "This will sting a bit" the nurse says... FREAKPUNKA$$MOTHEROFALLTHATISGOODANDHOLY!!! "This one tends to be more uncomfortable than the first one" she says... FREAKPUNKA$$MOTHEROFALLTHATISGOODANDHOLYBLIMMINHECK!!!AGAIN!!! Poor lefty... Numb / freakin' sore all the way down to the left foot... How am I ever gonna sit again? Let alone on a bike??? So they start wheeling me to the operating theatre, and I wait for the premed to take effect (It doesn't) and lo and behold, we meet my uncle in the pre/post op room (he's also a general surgeon, assists with lotsa ops). Chit chat ensues and I start to get a bit nervous (I try not to make a habit of letting people carve me up like a beef roast y'know?). He reckons I'm in good hands (I'm still nervous, I knew the premed hadn't worked...), probably one of the best one could hope for. Finally it's time. Into the theatre proper. I see my wife disappear behind a door, and I hope that I see her again... They shift me over into a chair that looks like it belongs to a dentist. The anaethetist was tring to put a drip up, but due to the cold (and yes, I was nervous) my veins had decided to go on vacation to the Bahamas where no one was try to practice their spearfishing on them.... Gets the butterfly into the vein with the help of the theatre nurse, and for a couple of minutes I look at all the interesting equipment. They don't even say anything like "you may feel drowsy" or something equally droll. The next thing I see is lights flashing by above me and I glimpse my wife walking along at the foot of the bed. Oh. I'm back in the bed. They must have decided to postpone the op... I found out later I was in theatre for over two hours... they could have done the op in 15 minuntes if they had exposed the shoulder completely, but they did it arthroscopically, something I'm quite grateful for. I slept until 3:00pm, waking up occasionally to see either my wife or my mom there, with a plaster the size of a pillow on my shoulder, and a pipe caution - sensitive viewers may wish to avoid reading the next bit siphoning tomato soup outta my shoulder. Wifey and cubs came to visit me at some stage, which was great J My arm was numb, but that was to be expected as they applied a nerve block to the shoulder. But man, when that wore off at 8:00pm... Eish... I didn't know what to do with this dead fish hanging off my left shoulder... Let's just say I willingly embraced the world of Voltaren suppositories... Day 1 (Saturday 8 August 2009) Got woken up at 04:52 - "Tea or coffee?" Grumble... Tea please... Watched cartoons while waiting for the doc to see me again to confirm that I go home. They had 2 hours' worth of Fantastic Four on CN. Sweet - Totally... Doc finally saw me and said I'd produced enough tomato soup and to go home when the nurse had done my dressing and supposed another Voltaren. Loving gorgeous fantastic awesome wife Karen came to fetch me 'cos I'm not allowed (!!!) to drive for a while. I slept some more. Still not sure what to do with the now sensitive dead fish. After supper, we went to bed but I woke up like every 45min because one of the shoulders would go numb in the only two positions I could handle. Turning from one to the other was a mission. Day 2 (Sunday 9August 2009) Church today, cos Michael Eaton was still preaching (he'd been there the whole week). Awesome teacher of the Word. If any of you want those messages, go check www.3ci.co.za Had a braai with my parents-in-law. Back to church for Michael's last session. I can't tell you how many friends came up to me and slapped my shoulder in a hi-howzit-going? (sling notwithstanding...). Oh well... With fronds like these, who needs anemones? (I have kids remember???) Day 3 (Monday 10 August 2009) Public Holiday!!! Whoohoo!!! Oh. Wait... Sleep some more... Mate of mine did the Lost City Classic, 38km/h over 110km. <rackinfrackindirtysoandso> Ok, so it's tar. I'm still jealous. Had supper with another mate who's also had a few shoulder ops (can you believe I have more than one friend??? J ) Day 4 (Tuesday 11 August 2009) Went to Finish line cycles to drop Big Bertha off, who was still a bit ill from the Pelindaba race - my pariah, it's got me 2-0 - and off to DHA in Kempton to pick up our passports which have been ready since like September... last year... I felt like I was gonna pass out. Sheesh. Can't even stand in a queue for 90 min... Had a coffee with loving wife, fetched kids, got home, slept some more. Day 5 (Wednesday 12 August 2009) Shoulder's getting better every day. It's fantastic. Without painkillers I can actually feel exactly every time I did something I shouldn't with my left arm... Went with to take the kids to school, and then off for the weekly shopping spree at the hypermarket (Man, that stuff's expensive...). Coffee at Wimpy before and after. Ain't life grand? Day 6 (Thursday 13 August 2009) Woke up today and the shoulder was way sore. Feels like it needed to click, if that means anything to anybody. As if something is stuck in the wrong position, and needs to pop back... Wonder if I just slept it funny? Hope so. Slept a lot... If it's still like this tomorrow, I'm calling the doc. Bangers and mash for supper - yeehaw!!! J Day 7 (Friday 14 August 2009) Shoulder felt somewhat better today, so I didn't bother the doc. We went to Brooklyn Mall to see if we could join the movie club and watch something, but they couldn't help us to join the movie club (?) and to watch one was R48 per person!!!!!! When did this happen??? So went to M&B and had breakfast and some cups of happiness. Oh, and bought a new vacuum cleaner to replace the old one that just about set fire to the carpet a couple of weeks back. Should have watched the movie... I rested a bit then watched 5 episodes of CSI:NY in the afternoon while eating arnica tablets like small white sweets. Day 8 (Saturday 15 August) I think the arnica helped. My dead fish is much more betterer than yesterday. I even took my wife's bike for a quick spin up the driveway and down (maybe 50m...) I think I need to recover some more... Day I'm-too-lazy-to-figure-it-out (Wednesday 9 September) I've been at work for some weeks now, driving myself, still riding up and down the driveway (at least Big Bertha's home after her stint at Finish Line Hospital). It's been almost 5 weeks after the op, and the dead fish is still getting much more betterer every day. I've actually been able to use it for a while now. Doc says I'm only allowed to ride after 8 weeks to be sure L Oh well... At least my bike will last 2 months longer than it otherwise would have J Still stiff and unpleasant, and the strings under the skin feels utterly freaky, especially at the knot. And it's definitely still limiting the movement of the joint. 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