MasterCaneman -> RE: Other Than Surgery... (2/9/2014 3:27:57 PM)
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ORIGINAL: MasterCaneman MDA, I've been dealing with these (both are blown out) for over two decades now. That's the problem I'm having, I've reached the end of the line for adaptation. As I type this, both shoulders are covered in Icy Hot, and I look like I'm going to play football, because I've got ice packs on both so I can work later. And I'm sure that's one damn sexy image, isn't it? Now y'all know why I'm not in the hunt on the other side. They'll get better when it starts to warm up (I hope), but I'm getting really tired of this. Thanks for the input, I've got a couple possible alternatives to research here now. Hey, I resemble that remark! I had ice packs on each shoulder while sitting out the majority of dances last night. [8D] I think the toughest part for many of us is: we aren't 25 anymore, and never will be again. [&:] It breaks my heart to think I may not be the fiddler, swimmer, dancer I once was. Time to reinvent. Again, my sympathies. You have lots of company in this. Thank you, and everyone who commented. I do have an appointment next month with my regular doctor, and I'll get a referral to some ortho. I hate going under the knife, hospitals, doctors, nurses, the whole nine yards. I've seen the inside of more ERs than I care to admit, and I don't do well under anesthesia. Even though my GF is an RN, I can't count on much help from her for the simple fact she's working a brutal schedule and simply won't have time to help me, and I don't like being that much an invalid. I'm used to being the one who takes care of things, not the other way around. Looks like I've gotta bite the bullet and get this dealt with the 'normal' way, I suppose. PS, I may not be chronologically twenty-five, but I always will be inside my head, dammit.
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