My left shoulder hurts.
It hurts a lot.
It hurts so much that I've decided to stay home from my sister in law's birthday dinner.
Not something that I do lightly.
Having had RA since 1987 I am not new to pain. But I'm new to staying home when it's getting too much and allowing myself time to rest.
I've started looking into shoulder replacements. I've had my hips and knees replaced in 2001 and 2003 respectively. I've always been of the opinion that hip and knee replacements are better quality than shoulder replacements.
And even if the technology has improved, the thought of getting a replacement now is different to when I was looking at getting my hips replaced.
I was sixteen when I got my hips replaced and I knew everything would work out for the best. I didn't consider the things that could go wrong. I literally blocked my ears singing *lalalalalala* when my surgeon listed the risks prior to the surgery. My logic was if I didn't know what could happen then it wouldn't. Flawless logic, I know.
But now I'm afraid. What if something happens? What if I'm left with nerve damage?
What if I got an infection and died? Is it worth leaving my kids behind?
I've gone from one extreme to another.
So the next step will probably be to get another direct into the joint injection.
It hurts a lot.
It hurts so much that I've decided to stay home from my sister in law's birthday dinner.
Not something that I do lightly.
Having had RA since 1987 I am not new to pain. But I'm new to staying home when it's getting too much and allowing myself time to rest.
I've started looking into shoulder replacements. I've had my hips and knees replaced in 2001 and 2003 respectively. I've always been of the opinion that hip and knee replacements are better quality than shoulder replacements.
And even if the technology has improved, the thought of getting a replacement now is different to when I was looking at getting my hips replaced.
I was sixteen when I got my hips replaced and I knew everything would work out for the best. I didn't consider the things that could go wrong. I literally blocked my ears singing *lalalalalala* when my surgeon listed the risks prior to the surgery. My logic was if I didn't know what could happen then it wouldn't. Flawless logic, I know.
But now I'm afraid. What if something happens? What if I'm left with nerve damage?
What if I got an infection and died? Is it worth leaving my kids behind?
I've gone from one extreme to another.
So the next step will probably be to get another direct into the joint injection.
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