It feels like an awful case of deja vu. Early morning subway ride to Manhattan. Outpatient surgery center check-in. Mountains of paperwork with the same nurse who did my in-take for knee surgery three years ago. A battery of questions about my allergies. The lavender hospital gown, paper-thin pants and fuzzy socks. Waiting for my name to be called.
A physician assistant comes to ask me another set of questions and does a few tests on my shoulder, which seems a little odd since I am sitting here in the pre-op area. Haven’t we already made the decision that my shoulder is messed up enough for surgery?
I’m escorted to the next area and meet with the Anesthesiologist – the same doctor who administered my anesthesia during my knee surgery. “Weren’t you here before for your knee?” he asks? He remembers me only because he’s friends with my sister but still. “Yes. Last time it was my knee. This time it’s my shoulder.”
He asks if I want to be asleep for the procedure or awake. Are you joking? Asleep! He tells me that he’s going to give me a sedative, set the nerve block and then we’ll go to the OR. He places a mask over my face.
Next thing I know, I’m waking up after surgery. I didn’t even make it to the OR this time before passing out.
This is how Ed found me after surgery. I was freezing and the nurses kindly covered my head?
Ed meets me in the recovery room. My left shoulder is swollen and padded with surgical dressing. I look like a linebacker, but only on the left side. I can’t feel a thing. I am numb from my neck to my fingertips, my arm feels like a rubber chicken. All I really want to do was squeeze my hand into a fist. It is the worst case of pins and needles ever.
According to Ed, my doctor said that my shoulder was a mess. I had three different tears – in my labrum, rotator cuff and biceps tendon (slap tear) – and they stitched them up. I also had pretty bad arthritis in my AC joint so he shaved down the end of my clavicle so hopefully my bones don’t rub against each other any more. But the tissues is healthy so he expects everything to heal nicely.
Surprisingly, I felt OK immediately after surgery. We went home and all I wanted to do was eat. The next day, it was my son’s birthday and he was having his party at Chuck E. Cheese of all places. I wasn’t sure if Chuck E. Cheese was really where I wanted to be the day after surgery but I felt well enough to do so. Thank you painkillers.
It’s been an interesting two weeks so far, learning to navigate life with one arm. My poor husband has to help me do so much. It’s amazing to realize how many everyday movements involve or implicate your shoulder. And not just obvious movements like lifting and raising your arms but things like turning your torso, lying down on the bed, sitting up.
I said that I wanted to have surgery sooner rather than later so that I could start on the road to recovery. I’m glad that I had the procedure and I’m hopeful that it will mean no pain in the long run. But, I had no idea what to expect after shoulder surgery. The reality of the long road ahead is kicking in. I’m in a sling for another 2-3 weeks and then will be able to start physical therapy at that point.
I really hope you never ever have to have shoulder surgery, but if you do, here’s a little bit about my experience as well as what to expect after shoulder surgery:
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