Shoulder surgery happened on June 13 (a little over five weeks ago). This whole process has been… fascinating.
The surgical morning itself had that weird fast-slow sensation to it: it felt like the waiting was forever, and then suddenly I was getting wheeled back and drawn on and poked and suddenly I was waking up and couldn’t breathe and coughing and then waiting… again.
In one of the waiting phases, I did an awesomely helpful meditation with PUUC‘s Rev Robin. I went into surgery nice and calm, and everyone was pleased and surprised at my cheery demeanor afterwards. Aside from occasional whining, my mood remains pretty cheerful, despite some miscommunications that have occurred.
During one of the wait periods that morning, a random person came by and dropped off the sling I’d be wearing for at least 6 weeks. Hi, random person. I don’t know you, but you were pretty nice.
Continue reading Feeling Better… With Holes in My Shoulder
I got an MRI with contrast last Friday afternoon. That process was quite unpleasant–I’d thought the contrast might be issued intravenously, but, alas, it was not. I had a shot into my shoulder socket.
Friday night was rough, because the contrast caused serious swelling in the socket. It took until Saturday afternoon for me to get the swelling back under control with my measly, widely-spaced ibuprofen doses.
I saw Dr. H for the results Monday morning, and there’s evidence of shoulder impingement from the shape of my acromial bone, plus some fraying (and possible tear) in the anterior area of my labrum. I got referred to Dr. H’s favorite shoulder surgeon, Dr. B.
I met Dr. B yesterday afternoon, and although we talked about the possibility of doing a couple months of rehab to see if that heals things up, he agreed that (given levels of pain, the duration of pain, etc.) surgery was certainly a reasonable option.
Continue reading Shoulder Diagnosis and (Pending) Fix
Almost three weeks ago, I attended a beginner’s yoga class. I’d attended that one a couple times before, along with some more advanced classes.
As always, I only did a few chatarangas and planks, backing off before shoulder pain set in. I took full wheel, which went smoothly (as usual).
Later that evening, my shoulder was in agony. The agony persisted to the next day. And the next. For almost two weeks.
The standard muscular soreness lasted a couple of days, as I’d expect. It was a workout for my shoulder, so I expected the tightness.
Continue reading A Light at the End of the Tunnel
Or: What Garbage Will I Eat Now?
I spent 4 weeks eating “clean” in July and August as part of #SexyShred:
- no preservatives
- no pork
- little beef
- few oils
- most cheeses eliminated
- few processed foods
- no white rice or white flour
- organic fruits and veggies
- no added sugars or sweeteners other than honey or molasses
Their version of clean eating is a variation on common styles that might prohibit any added sugars at all, but wouldn’t disallow pork.
I felt pretty amazing. I’ve been working through all sorts of food stuff the last few months, discovering what foods trigger more overeating, what foods negatively affect my mood. #SexyShred came at a good time in that process. (Thanks, Dre!)
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A tabata is a particular kind of high intensity interval training, in which you work a pair of exercises for 20 seconds at a time, with a 10 second rest between them, for a total of 4 minutes.
One slice of a tabata workout might look like:
- 00:00 – 00:20: Pushups
- 00:20 – 00:30: Rest
- 00:30 – 00:50: Squats
- 00:50 – 01:00: Rest
You’d repeat that four times, for a total of 8 units of hard work. If you can get the intensity right (which is difficult), it’s one hell of a workout.
Continue reading A Hellacious Tabata