Hard to describe, but it was something like being stabbed under my right arm with a red-hot steak knife. Not pleasant. I treated it with ibuprofen, ice packs and rest. I called my plastic surgeon and talked to the nurse, just to make sure it wasn't some danger sign that I didn't know about but needed to let them know about. The nurse said, "No, doesn't sound like anything we would be concerned about. It sounds to me like you pulled a muscle." It went away.
Then, my first morning on the trip, when I woke up at Jean's house, I did a morning stretch and it came back. This time, it wasn't random, it only came on when I moved a certain way.
Yesterday, Kellie got me an appointment with her chiropractor. Instant relief! I had a dislocated top rib (in the back), and he crunched it and popped it back into place. The muscles around it are weak and outraged, so I'm still a little sore, but what a difference! Ahhhhhhh......
He said to keep that arm quiet for awhile, so Kellie and I went to the gym and did aerobic and lower body workouts (sparing the arm movement), then came home and enjoyed our post-exercise endorphin rushes with a dinner of sushi and white wine.
Life is good. (Getting old and dislocated bites).
1 comment:
Goodness, I just read this - glad everything is back where it needs to be. Sushi!!!! Makes me want to go make some biscuits and gravy just to erase the thought - ha ha ha - just kidding you, but not really!!!!
L, M ;-)
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