I was walking through my house a month ago when I slipped and fell with all my 200+ pounds on my right arm. I thought at first, as I lay there, that I'd fractured some part of the arm, but I did not. I did, however, rip the supraspinatus tendon (the primary tendon of the rotator cuff) completely away from the head of the humerus, which requires surgery to repair.
I had the surgery this week on Wednesday afternoon, under general anesthesia, and was sent home the same day...and wow, am I in pain and discomfort. I'm on Percocet and a strong dose of Valium, but my arm is in a contraption that holds it away from my body, which is very uncomfortable, and I'm still in a lot of pain. And the general anesthesia has pretty much paralyzed my colon, so I know y'all can relate to that...bummer of the worst kind. I couldn't even pee for 24 hours. Hoping to poop tomorrow
What shocked me was that the surgeon never came out to speak to my wife after the surgery, or even speak to me after I was awake and extubated. I've never heard of this before...and while my goal is always to get a quality job, not necesarily a touchy-feeley experience, I do want someone to reassure my wife that I'm not dead. I also would have liked to know the condition of my tendon, as this impacts the result.
Anyway, I'm alive...but I'm a Hurtin' Gator, as we used to say up at school in Gainesville.
rex
I had the surgery this week on Wednesday afternoon, under general anesthesia, and was sent home the same day...and wow, am I in pain and discomfort. I'm on Percocet and a strong dose of Valium, but my arm is in a contraption that holds it away from my body, which is very uncomfortable, and I'm still in a lot of pain. And the general anesthesia has pretty much paralyzed my colon, so I know y'all can relate to that...bummer of the worst kind. I couldn't even pee for 24 hours. Hoping to poop tomorrow
What shocked me was that the surgeon never came out to speak to my wife after the surgery, or even speak to me after I was awake and extubated. I've never heard of this before...and while my goal is always to get a quality job, not necesarily a touchy-feeley experience, I do want someone to reassure my wife that I'm not dead. I also would have liked to know the condition of my tendon, as this impacts the result.
Anyway, I'm alive...but I'm a Hurtin' Gator, as we used to say up at school in Gainesville.
rex
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