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Week 7 (Day 47) - Back to Mr Shoulder

Back in to see Mr Shoulder today. I am no longer wearing the sling, generally, and feel a lot better. The pain is manageable, and I am able to sleep pretty well. Still with the fort, and still on my right side only, but the spasms are gone now and the pain during the day is really not that noticeable. At night it still seizes up and wakes me, but I still have some Tramadol left and keep that for nights.

I go to x-ray first, and then round to his waiting room. He seems delighted with progress. He comes round to crouch down next to my chair and ask "May I?" again, and is happy enough with the assisted ROM. He looks at the physio's report and asks about the running. His view is quite different - if it makes you feel better, then do it. Just don't fall over.  He does agree with the hydrotherapy though. I am not however allowed any more Tramadol or Diazepam, I'm supposed to be over the worst of the pain and should now be ok with standard off the shelf ibuprofen. Hmmm.

He explains the fresh bruising as well - with the way in which my fracture happened, as well as the full break, I have a load of internal scabs (sounds delightful!), and when my shoulder is wrenched, or pushes past any resistance in movement, the scabs tear and fresh blood drains down my arm to turn the bruised area bright red again.

My hand has healed well, but it has left me with a large lump of bone. He says that this is more likely to cause me problems in future than my shoulder. I still don't really understand that.

He sends me on my way, saying he doesn't need to see me for 2 months. That turned out not to be the case.

I am able to go for another run along the river, without too much pain. Still wear the sling for running, and hold my left forearm with my right to add support.



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