But let’s start with some good news, because there has to be good news. Right? Right. So here it is. Almost three weeks post surgery and my range of motion is DEFINITELY improving. I note that my arm moves more in all directions, I’m forcing myself to use it and with help from my right arm, can reach it over my head.
I also had one of those scary moments where I had to reach out with my left arm to stop myself from falling and while it hurt, it wasn’t that searing, jarring, I feel like I’ve electrocuted myself type of pain that those of you with frozen shoulder are familiar with. Hey, I said the good news was good not “great”. I will take my good news where I can get it.
Also on the plus side, my external rotation is getting a little better, my exercises now only take 30 minutes to do at home as opposed to an hour, and we’ve started adding strength and resistance exercises to my range of motion exercises in physical therapy. So this is all good news.
In bad news, because of the addition of these strengthening exercises, when the doctor went to manipulate my arm last week, it started going into spasms. Really, really, painful. And NOT fun. But he said that’s normal, we’re finally working the muscles so I guess this is the new story for me. Sigh.
In worse news, the sleep thing is killing me. Sometimes I wonder how badly I need sleep? Yes, it’s a rhetorical question. But I dread going to sleep. It’s when the pain is the absolute worst. I occasionally manage these days to sleep on my right side with a pillow tucked under my left arm. But I’m not sure it’s worth it. The pain when I wake up is awful. And I still wake up every 60 to 90 minutes every single night. This is what a typical night is for me.
Go to sleep propped up on four pillows and another one under my arm. Sleep for 60-90 minutes. Wake up in agony. Get up, put heating pad in microwave for 90 seconds. Crawl back to bed with heating pad. Try and get comfortable. Fall asleep. Wake up in another 60-90 minutes in agony. Rinse and repeat. Sometimes this game varies with me taking a pain killer and/or using massage cream on my arm and shoulder. Otherwise this is my nightly ritual. Not fun.
In addition, while the pain varies in intensity throughout the day, there is never a single moment where I’m not in some kind of pain, even if it’s not off the charts terrible pain. It’s ALWAYS there. I obviously need more sleep but, like I said, sleeping is so painful I’d rather be awake and exhausted. (I think).
So yes, I’m in a crappy mood today. Time to get up and do my exercises and head to $3 torture (aka physical therapy). My boyfriend likes to call it $3 torture, because my copay is $3. I pay them to hurt me!
Hope to have better news soon. But this is just miserable. Wish I knew when the pain would finally go away.