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At the end of April my MIL was watching my daughter in the front yard while my wife and I worked. As I am walking out the front door to bring out some lunch for the kiddo, I watch my daughter open the gate that was apparently left un-latched by my MIL's friend who stopped by.
My MIL is sitting in a chair in front of the steps up to our front door (she was doing that to block the kiddo from climbing the concrete stairs because she's obsessed with them). The walkway to the sidewalk is maybe 25 feet - most people could clear it in a hurry in maybe three or four steps. But instead of doing something, my MIL panics. She freezes, blocking the steps, shouting something to the effect of "someone help!" over and over as my daughter steps on to the sidewalk and towards the road.
Because the steps are blocked and my MIL is essentially being a pylon, I jump off the stoop and catch my foot on a planter. Unable to get my feet under myself I take the dive right on to my shoulder, do a completely graceless tuck and roll, get out the gate and grab my daughter before she gets in to the road.
But I am in incredible pain. Had I not also been filled with pure rage at my MIL I might have felt it more, but I essentially just handed my daughter to my wife (who had come out with all of the commotion) and walk inside to the kitchen.
When I played rugby in college, after we got our bell rung or took a big hit, our coach would ask us "Are you hurt, or are you injured?" And that was my first thought as I finally felt the pain in my shoulder and dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor with a sick feeling in my stomach.
I decided to give it some time to heal up. I've been lucky to have never had a serious injury even though I payed some relatively violent/dangerous sports. I figured that I could give it a couple of weeks and it would be better. After two weeks it felt like I was on the mend. Pain was less, I was getting movement back, I was actually able to sleep through the night. Looking good. But it hit a point where it just stopped getting better. I realized that I was unable to move my shoulder particular directions. My arm would be exhausted after a few minutes of doing literally anything.
It took my dumb ass three months to see a shoulder specialist, and after about three minutes with me he tells me I need an MRI to confirm but that he's pretty confident that I have a torn rotator cuff and that he'll need to repair it with surgery. Crap.
So anyways, I still have some hoops to jump through and time to pass, but I was wondering if anyone here has had surgery for a rotator cuff and what the recovery was like. I get the feeling from what little I've read so far that it can take a while. I also just wanted to whine a bit about how this actually happened. If you made it this far - thanks!
I thought I could get to 40 without a broken bone or the need for surgery, but I turn 40 in about 4 months....
My MIL is sitting in a chair in front of the steps up to our front door (she was doing that to block the kiddo from climbing the concrete stairs because she's obsessed with them). The walkway to the sidewalk is maybe 25 feet - most people could clear it in a hurry in maybe three or four steps. But instead of doing something, my MIL panics. She freezes, blocking the steps, shouting something to the effect of "someone help!" over and over as my daughter steps on to the sidewalk and towards the road.
Because the steps are blocked and my MIL is essentially being a pylon, I jump off the stoop and catch my foot on a planter. Unable to get my feet under myself I take the dive right on to my shoulder, do a completely graceless tuck and roll, get out the gate and grab my daughter before she gets in to the road.
But I am in incredible pain. Had I not also been filled with pure rage at my MIL I might have felt it more, but I essentially just handed my daughter to my wife (who had come out with all of the commotion) and walk inside to the kitchen.
When I played rugby in college, after we got our bell rung or took a big hit, our coach would ask us "Are you hurt, or are you injured?" And that was my first thought as I finally felt the pain in my shoulder and dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor with a sick feeling in my stomach.
I decided to give it some time to heal up. I've been lucky to have never had a serious injury even though I payed some relatively violent/dangerous sports. I figured that I could give it a couple of weeks and it would be better. After two weeks it felt like I was on the mend. Pain was less, I was getting movement back, I was actually able to sleep through the night. Looking good. But it hit a point where it just stopped getting better. I realized that I was unable to move my shoulder particular directions. My arm would be exhausted after a few minutes of doing literally anything.
It took my dumb ass three months to see a shoulder specialist, and after about three minutes with me he tells me I need an MRI to confirm but that he's pretty confident that I have a torn rotator cuff and that he'll need to repair it with surgery. Crap.
So anyways, I still have some hoops to jump through and time to pass, but I was wondering if anyone here has had surgery for a rotator cuff and what the recovery was like. I get the feeling from what little I've read so far that it can take a while. I also just wanted to whine a bit about how this actually happened. If you made it this far - thanks!
I thought I could get to 40 without a broken bone or the need for surgery, but I turn 40 in about 4 months....
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