Ouch

My shoulder surgeon suggested that my shoulder surgery would be one of the worst pains I would experience. I said there was no way a shoulder surgery would be worst than a bilateral radical mastectomy. Turns out I was right. Perhaps it is more than just the physical surgery that makes the mastectomy worse. I don't know. This shoulder surgery seems to be a breeze, a simple 2 out of 10 pain and nothing a couple of Tylenol and a chocolate chip cookie can't fix.

I looked forward to the surgery. I knew that I would be better from surgery, not worse, not left contemplating "what next?" in my life. Just well. Able to do vinyasa flow and down dog and lift weights and all the stuff that has evaded me for the past several years.

Today I walked in and out of all the stores in Frisco. Stores I heard of but have never visited. We have some great little shops in Frisco. I walked into one store without a customer in the store yet four staff and not one of them said a word to me. I walked into the very next store with only one employee and three customers and the employee managed to say hi to all of us. I suppose the clerks just assumed I would not buy anything and most certainly not try anything on. After all, I was in a shoulder sling. Pity really as they did have some really nice things and I won't be a shoulder sling forever and I do live right down the street, but I likely will never go into that store again.

Monday I receive an MRI on the right shoulder and on Wednesday I find out if my right shoulder can borrow the sling from the left shoulder in November. And for the rest of the year I'm going to  squeeze every penny from my health insurance as my deductible has been met! And for the past several years I've gotten to pay my deductible along with my premiums every year! Ahh, but as my neighbor once said to me "I get to...". When I think about it, that is a grand thing that I'm able to do.