On Tuesday I had surgery on my left shoulder to repair some of the damage done by an injury two and a half years ago (click here and scroll down to under the photo of me stretching in straddle).
The injury was treated conservatively for some time with a combination of rest, physio and steroid injections. It took over a year to regain a reasonable range of motion, but I still had a lot of pain. Over the last year, I was getting more and more pain from shoulder impingement, which is where a tendon on the outside of the shoulder gets caught when you try to lift your arm. This in turn was causing severe nerve pain down my arm, which was the kind of pain to make you want to shout obscenities very loudly - not ideal when you work in a primary school!
For the surgery I had three separate injections designed to knock me out in various ways. The first was a sedative, which was just supposed to make me feel calm and possibly was meant to make the second one, the nerve block, less painful. It didn’t!
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Anyway, after the nerve block going in and being sore I don’t remember anything until waking up in Recovery. Obviously I was a bit confused to begin with but then I started shaking like mad and couldn’t stop. I remember them taking all my vitals and me trying to tell them that I really wasn’t feeling good (which, with hindsight, probably wasn’t necessary). It felt like I was jumping around for ages but it can’t have been long before they realised that actually I wasn’t horrifically ill, just very, very, very cold!
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