Good ol' fashioned rubbing alcohol and cotton balls are slowly removing the purple road map on my shoulder and back. The sticky yellow-orange stuff is more stubbornly hanging in there. This is my pre-op mark, where the doctor signed my left arm to signify which shoulder was to be worked on. That purple pen drew site marks and directions once I was unconscious.
Here's the rundown:
The good doctor planed off some bone from the joint in my shoulder that was "impinging" (pinching) the tendons. They woke me before I left the operating room and had me fed and dressed within an hour. I was up, walking to the bathroom on my own soon after that.
I stopped taking the prescription pain medication by the next morning because I didn't like the woozy feeling and I wasn't in any great pain. (Ibuprofen is the alternative, which is fine with me.)
After 48 hours, I decreased my time with the arm sling and started arm "circles". Actually, I let my arm hang and TRY to make a circle. My therapy evaluation is Thursday, and I want a head start on this. Right now I can't move my hand more than 18 inches form my hip (think small circle), so this week will entail a great amount of work. My upper arm feels like it is "banded" to my chest, caused by the reaction of the tendons from the surgery.
I'll be home for the next nine days. I'm sure I couldn't drive right now. I have books and may start some projects, as my arm will allow. And lots of catching up on blog-reading. I've been out for walks with my son, and I'll make that a daily habit while I'm housebound, especially great since it will be in the 70's over the next few days!
Early this morning, my youngest son loaded his vehicle and drove home. I'm sad, yes, but I'm so very grateful that he came to keep watch over me. We had wonderful conversations, good meals, and tossed around creative ideas. He's a very good person, and I'm so proud of him (as I am of all my boys.) He and his equally sweet girlfriend make a wonderful couple.
Wishing you all well!