Tomorrow I’m off to hospital for surgery on my shoulder.
Many of you will know I’ve been having problems with my left shoulder for several years now, and have been experiencing increasing problems with reduced mobility in my left arm. It has got considerably worse in the last year, with a lump that has formed on my shoulder becoming significantly serious as to cause real discomfort and mobility problems.
Having put it off for far too long, I’ve finally taken action to get things fixed, and that means an operation to remove the lump and nail my shoulder back together. It’s not something I’m looking forward to, I hate hospitals and I hate being unwell. I also don’t like the idea of being knocked out for the opp – I’ve never been put under a general anaesthetic before (everything I’ve ever had done surgery-wise in the past has always been under a local, but there’s a number of reasons why that isn’t a viable option for me any more) and I’m not entirely comfortable with the loss of control that brings. Apart from a succession of sports injuries as a teenager (including several to my left shoulder), I’ve always been in reasonably good nick. If I was a used car, I’d command the higher end of the book price. But still, I don’t do ill well, and I really don’t do hospitals well, even seemingly nice ones like the shiny private one I’m off to for my opp.
But, it needs to be done – too many people are getting worried about me and its getting harder for me to ignore the fact that my shoulder needs fixing. I’m assured by my surgeon that there’s nothing to worry about, and he’s confident that I can be patched up and discharged from hospital same day. He’s also confident that I’ll make a full and quick recovery. I hope so, as I’m also not looking forward to not being able to drive for a while.
Like I said, I don’t do ill well…..