Last Wednesday, I had an appointment with my YWCA trainer. While “we” were doing shoulder presses I felt something snap in my right shoulder and saw some stars. Trainer Lady feels the crackle in my shoulder and not only stops that particular form of torture, but advises that I see a doctor.
Pshaw! My shoulder has hurt like this on and off for over 25 years! I’ve conducted with bad body mechanics, carried too much weight, clenched my shoulders…all sorts of abuse.
But, just for fun, I check with a nurse at choir that night. Nope, Trainer Lady is right. I should see a doc and will probably need an MRI to determine what’s going on.
Well, of course, I left town the next morning. But the shoulder never really started to feel better, like the rest of the sore muscles.
So Tuesday, when I had a minute I called and made an appointment. By some amazing alignment of the stars, my NP had an opening for today at 12:45.
She runs me through a few mobility exercises and sure enough gives me a referral for an MRI, and just in case, a referral for a consult with an orthopedist. And, again something is aligned because the MRI joint calls to make the appointment before I’m even home. And they have an opening for tomorrow morning at 10:15.
Assuming they don’t have to hop me up on valium, I should be done and back to the office by noon.
At this point, I’m hoping they can do something for it because I’m really starting to be bugged by the pain.
Any advice you have about making it through the MRI…or what they could be recommending for this shoulder, feel free to tell the story in the comments.