10+/- years ago, I was riding my bike up my steep driveway and had my feet locked into the pedals when my chain came off. I quickly remembered advice of not using your arms to catch your fall, and thus, tucked in my arm and made the decision to absorb the fall with my right shoulder. I was shocked by the pain that jolted through my body when it made contact with the concrete.
So, over the past 10 years, my right shoulder has given me different levels of discomfort, but none I couldn’t endure, until this past week. Last week’s MRI revealed that I have been living with not only a torn rotator cuff, but a chipped bone that has been held in place by my muscles.
I went snow sledding with my granddaughter last week, and evidently reinjured myself. I couldn’t raise my right arm above shoulder without disabling pain.
My shoulder specialist ortho has informed me I have no choice because of the bone break. “Fix it now, or face total shoulder replacement” in the days ahead.
Very soon, Mr. Scalpel will be my new friend. It requires a larger than normal incision because I need cadaver tissue for repair. I’m certainly not looking forward to the discomfort, but my bigger concern is all of the things I won’t be able to do for the next couple of months.
How will I open the toothpaste tube, and apply the paste on my brush? How do I put on my clothes? Wipe- dear God! And no guitar playing. Sigh. I know there are MANY who face much greater struggles than mine, and for my overall good health, I’m thankful and grateful.

Still, it’s going to be a couple of long months. I feel sorry for my poor (and wonderful) wife.