It happened first in 2008 for months: now it’s happened again. I can’t understand it. I didn’t do anything wrong, can’t think what might have caused it but I do know that it’s painful and so frustrating….
This shoulder isn’t just cold, it’s positively glacial. Ok, it’s frozen. Yup, having experienced months of a left frozen shoulder a few years ago, it has returned and this time it’s my right shoulder. It’s an odd condition and goes through three stages – freezing, frozen and thaw, lasting up to three years. At the moment, according to the physio I visited on Thursday, I am coming to the end of the freezing, painful stage but now that the joint is stiffening up I’m becoming frozen. I feel a bit like Sid and Manny from Ice Age, desperately trying to out-run the impending tomb of immobility.
The main difficulties are bra-fastening, armpit de-fuzzing, hair-drying and generally putting clothes on. Ironing is a bit tough too but I can live without that. Bedtime is also a problem. I have positioned a big cushion down the middle of the bed so I can rest my arm on it. Dougie thinks this big divide is sending him a coded message: he peers over the Maginot line now and again with a wistful look in his eye.
I sat last night watching Andy Murray at Wimbledon and said, “I couldn’t do that”.
“Hmm”, replied Dougie, “I agree, with your arm you couldn’t play”
“No,” I said, “I don’t think I could throw a sweat-band into the air”.
It’s true. It’s that sudden movement which is an absolute killer. I stupidly swatted a fly with a tea-towel the other day and the pain was so intense I was screaming in agony. It’s short-lived pain; shoots up your neck and down into your fingers but 30 seconds later it goes away.
So what do I have to do to cure it? Gently, gently, advises the physio. She recommends hot baths and microwave wheat bags. Excellent. On Thursday she gave me some ultrasound treatment and massaged my shoulder but has suggested I lie on my back with my hands behind my head and…..well…..just lie there.
Dougie walked into the bedroom early this afternoon and I was flat-out and drifting off:
“What are you doing, you lazy tart? I thought we were going to put all the things back in the kitchen?”
“Do you mind,” I replied sleepily, “I’m doing my exercises”.
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