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It's been a little over three weeks since I had that close encounter with a bus and hurt my shoulder. For most of that time, the pain has been quite bad, but the last couple of days, not so much. Until this afternoon, when the tram I was travelling in suddenly had to break, and I and some of the other passengers were hurled through the carriage. A well-meaning woman grabbed me by the shoulder, my bad shoulder, to try and keep me upright...and now the pain is back again.

It's not the pain that worries me, though -- it's the restriction of movement in the joint that does. I first noticed it going through the security check at the airport, when they asked me to stand in one of those scanner portals and raise my arms above my head, and I found I couldn't raise my arm far enough to please them. They took me to the side to be patted down, asking me to hold out my arms to the side, and again I found I couldn't comply with their request. But they decided I didn't pose a security threat and waved me through, after which I forgot about the incident; until yesterday when I went to see Rutger, my physiotherapist.

Strangely, I hadn't thought of calling in his help until a chance encounter on the train last Monday. As I was settling in with my book, who should choose to sit himself down on the opposite bench but Marco, last summer's trainee physiotherapist in the practice. He's moved on to an internship in a provincial hospital, but he hadn't forgotten about me: I had been his first ever real patient, and he was delighted to see me. We chatted away amicably for the duration of his journey, and when I got to relating to him the story of my accident and my shoulder, he was naturally curious to know how Rutger was treating it, and was surprised to hear that he wasn't. So later that day, I gave Rutger a call, explaining about my run-in with the bus and how it was probably nothing but that I would like to have his opinion and advice nonetheless. After he'd recovered from the shock of hearing that I'd almost been run over by a bus and might have been killed, he gave me an appointment for Thursday.

And then on Tuesday, the pain started to subside.

I thought about cancelling the appointment, but then remembered that I'd been having some trouble with the old ankle since the accident too, and decided I might as well keep it. I knew I could trust him to tell me straight if I was just being silly and worrying about nothing.

Because I am terrified of the thought of hurting my ankle and undoing the great job the orthopaedic surgeon did on it.

Long story short: I wasn't just being silly. Apparently, the absence of any excruciating pain is, in itself, not an indication that all's well again. After much prodding and poking, and catching up on what's been happening in both our lives since we last parted company two months ago, he gave me his professional opinion, and it was that he was a little worried that I might have hurt not just the joint capsule, but the clavicle as well. He wants me to give it two more weeks; if after that time I still can't lift my arm above a certain level, he'd like to have another look.

As to my ankle: I did hurt it, but not seriously. He pinched, kneaded and massaged it till I was almost ready to gnaw it off or kick him in the groin to get away from the pain he was inflicting, but it does feel much better now and I'm so relieved.



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Jan. 11th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
My first thought is that it sounded an awful lot like what I did to my left shoulder (the one I didn't break) in our car accident, which turned out to be a torn labrum. For the most part, it didn't really hurt either, aside from getting "tired" really easily... but I had trouble lifting it over a certain height and it turned out to have been causing other problems I hadn't realized were connected. It really is best to get it diagnosed and taken care of as quickly as possible... you're less likely to end up damaging it worse or spreading the damage to other areas as they try to compensate.

Please let us know how things are going with it and I'll keep my fingers crossed that it ends up being fine...
Jan. 12th, 2008 09:56 am (UTC)
Don't worry, I will keep a careful eye on it, and if it doesn't improve soon, I will take myself off to the doctor's again.
Jan. 12th, 2008 12:45 am (UTC)
Ouch. I'm so sorry you're in pain. I'm glad that you've had someone look at it though. You may have a hairline fracture or something. When my sister was about two, she fell off a chair, receiving a greenstick fracture of her clavicle. Not much can be done, but the pain is excruciating. I hope that you do feel better soon, but if you don't, definitely get it check out.

Until then, I'll leave with a Doctor icon. ;)
Jan. 12th, 2008 09:55 am (UTC)
If it doesn't improve soon, I will have it checked out again. But my GP was sure it was just a badly bruised capsule when she looked at it a few hours after I sustained the injury.
Jan. 12th, 2008 01:58 am (UTC)
*snuggles* I most definitely commiserate on the shoulder front!
Jan. 12th, 2008 09:52 am (UTC)
Thank you, dear. It's unbelievable how much such a small part of the body can hurt.
Jan. 14th, 2008 09:27 pm (UTC)
Isn't it just!
Jan. 12th, 2008 06:08 pm (UTC)
Ouch. But it's good that you've got some professional advice on it and hopefully a way of making it better.
Jan. 12th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm sure I'll be alright in a couple of weeks.
Jan. 12th, 2008 07:01 pm (UTC)
I hope the physio helps - like many nurses of my generation I have had a frozen shoulder in the past, and the lack of movement is extremely annoying, apart from anything else!
Jan. 12th, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
I'm confident the physio will help -- after all, Rutger helped me get my leg back into shape again, I'm sure he can do the same for my arm!
Jan. 13th, 2008 01:57 am (UTC)
I'm glad that the ankle isn't too badly off, but I'm sorry that your shoulder is still paining you. *hugs*
Jan. 13th, 2008 11:40 am (UTC)
To be honest, it's getting a little better with every passing day. And my present discomfort will teach me not to dash out into the road like that ever again.
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