Nothing says you’ve gotten old like doctors talking about replacing things. What happened to the days of “OK, see you next year”? Long faded in the rear view mirror now. Nine years ago I damaged my shoulder, bad. Surfing accident. I snapped the top of the humerus off. Dislocated the shoulder and tore the rotator cuff in two places. I also damaged my neck .Eighteen months of PT, three days a week. Combined with an aggressive personal training regime bought me some time. But time catches up. Runs short. Now the shoulder is in bad shape. Bone on bone, arthritic, and some tendonitis too boot. Combined with the bulging disc in my neck that impedes the nerve, sending tingling numbness down to my hand, it is long past time to just ignore it. When the doctor says “You know we are going to have to replace that shoulder”, your first thought is I’m not that old. Then, it’s not that bad. Then..fuck me. |