As a kid, why in the world did I wish to be older. How little we know that it can be so tough. This week was one doctors appointment after another. Check ups, follow ups and tests.
Mark is waiting for his test results from an Echo and I'm waiting for an appointment with a surgeon. Yesterday I went in to the doctor hoping to get cortizone shots in my shoulders and hip to help with the pain. Little did I know that that is not in the cards for me. My hip has bursitis so I was given several PT exercises to do. The pain is too much to do alone so Mark has to help me until it isn't too painful to do without his help. I was told that the injections would or could do more harm than good in my shoulders. There are too many tears in my upper arms (rotator cuff) so surgery is in my future. After we talk to the surgeon I will or will not make a date for the procedure. Mark is insistent that I have the surgery so that I get his help with daily tasks now incase something would happen to him later and I would have to rely on outside help and no one here to help me at any given time. He always thinks of me. If I should go ahead with the surgery, it would be in the fall. Summer I like to spend in the pool where as in the fall and winter I hibernate anyway. Too many snowbirds around for us to have any fun anywhere. It's almost impossible to even go out to eat.
Update: As I looked and read what my x-rays show, it is not bursitis in my hip. I'm going to another doctor for another opinion. As well as for my shoulders. My previous visit does not seem to be correct.
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