April, I mentioned my shoulder pain, and that I didn’t know how it started. The doctor had diagnosed an impingment based on the pain, stiffness, and history.
Not long after, what might be the genesis of the problem occurred to me. I was playing hockey last fall, and I remember something happening. What exactly happened, I don’t know – I may have collided with someone – but I explicitly remember the aftermath. I skated off the ice with a numb arm. On the bench, I tried to drop my stick, but my hand wouldn’t work. My fingers would not uncurl from around the stick, not at all. I had to use my left hand to knock the stick out out of my paralyzed right hand, then shook off the right gauntlet.
It hurt for a few minutes, but I was back on after missing maybe one shift, maybe none. There was no pain but as I related in the April post, the soreness grew worse as the months passed.
The Celebrex worked OK, but only as long as I kept taking them. As a result, I sought out a local orthopod, who saw me today. Armed with the knowledge above, he had a different diagnosis. He thinks I subluxed (a partial dislocation) my shoulder on the ice, and that it popped back in naturally. He’s prescribed physiotherapy to strengthen the joint – no needles, and a follow-up in six weeks.
As far as my eyes go, my new optometrist told me last week that I’m a marvelous candidate for hard contact lenses. He tried a sample on me and the visual aggravation almost completely disappeared as the lens corrected my keratoconus. I’ve ordered a pair. There goes the sexy intellectual professor look. It’s back to my plain old smoldering blue eyes.