In my last post I mentioned that I wasn't in as much pain as I was after my last surgery. That truth was really brought home today.
After hours of tedium slaving away one-handed on my computer, I couldn't take it any longer. Bluebird skies, 60 degrees - does fall get any better? I needed to get outside.
I've been on a couple of 2-mile walks with Christina this week, but they were slow and my shoulder was sore afterward. Today I figured I might not make it that far since I had to hold Scout's leash myself. Despite her trying to jerk the leash out of my hand when tempting cars drove by while we were on the bridge, we did okay. I thought I'd push it a little further.
3.18 miles later we walked back into the yard. I was about 2 min/mile slower than normal, but my shoulder didn't hurt at all. Yay! Not bad for just eight days after surgery. And the only thing I've taken in almost 24 hours is a few Advil.
I remember a week after surgery four years ago. Mom and I drove out to Palmer and strolled around the shops a bit before dinner. I was in so much pain that I was popping Dilaudid and barely staying awake.
Given that the incision and repairs were nearly the same, the only thing I can figure makes the difference this go-around is that I'm much stronger and in better shape than I was then. My efforts to build up my shoulders may not have precluded surgery, but I now have high hopes that they'll pay off in easier physical therapy. We'll see in a month!