Shoulder surgery. Don’t do it. Ever. Just look at me. I’m wearing a fishing shirt and I’m not even fishing. Even with a great surgeon, it’s a beast to get over.
Dr. Haynie comes in and explains to Jess and I that this procedure is going to take a while. It’s a complicated articular capsule repair that require screws and “fishing line”. If this were still Texas, I may have had some duct tape thrown in there as well. As it was, he described the surgery as “fiddly”.
Give me 4 hours or so later, a lady wakes me up with a smile. I can only tell she’s one of three fuzzy blobs in the room. Not that they were fat. Everyone is a blob when you’re blind. No glasses and blind-as-a-bat vision really limits these interactions when you wake up. I try to look in their faces but that’s near impossible because I always look at the eyes or mouths and I can’t focus well enough to do either so I’m sure it looks to them that my eyes are wandering all over.
Anyhow I survived, thankfully. Recovery time starts today and it’ll be 6 weeks in that fashionable sling. Can’t wait.
Update: 7 weeks in. Dr. Haynie’s reputation is impeccable and it’s well deserved. My shoulder isn’t in constant pain anymore. Picking up little Emerson already and starting rehab soon. Albeit a little later than recommended. Thanks, Doc H. You’re the man.
