The pain started over a month ago. It was the day after DH and I returned from a trip to Nashville. I had slept on his shoulder all the way from Atlanta so I wasn't at all surprised that the next day I had a pain in MY shoulder. I was certain that it was just a little tweek; the result of sleeping in an awkward position. Well, when the pain hadn't gone away in two weeks, or three and or FOUR, I realized it was time to seek some treatment.
Last week I went to see my doctor who asked me a lot of questions and moved my arm from one painful position to another to another. Diagnosis: tendonitis. Recommendation: a couple weeks of physical therapy.
Physical therapy?! Are you kidding me? I've been in those places with their stretching machines and other torture devices. Nope...not for me, thank you! I mean, my shoulder didn't hurt that badly.
That was last week. But after a weekend of pain, this morning I caved in and made the call for an appointment. "Lucky for me", they were able to get me in after lunch. Yippee...more poking and arm twisting.
Okay, I have to admit that it wasn't as bad as I though it would be. Sure, they put me through some moves, but when all is said and done, my shoulder is actually feeling a lot better this afternoon than it was this morning. Who knows? I may even go back for my next appointment on Wednesday.