another physical therapy appointment for my shoulder.
I should be farther along with my treatment, but even though I said I would be compliant with my work, I haven't been. Not religiously.
It's vicious cycle - it makes me sore to do it, but I'm sore in a different way if I don't.
There are great signs of improvement though - the therapist says my strength is almost back to normal. I'm not sure how he knows this since he never saw me when I was normal, but I'm sure there are benchmarks to go against.
My range of motion is better too. Not all there, but I don't expect it to be. I'm old.
I'm feeling the PT too. I'm working with only 1-8 pound weights, but I'm feeling it as if I were lifting 45. I. Am. Sore.
Part is just lack of me being able to go to a weight room, though I suppose I can go - but would I look foolish lifting 1-8 pound weights. I always seemed to be on the weaker side of that room when I was lifting 45-60. Now I'd just look like a 98 lb weakling.
As it is, I'm not sure I'll be doing any more benching, no squats or nothing that raises weight over my head - or that works my shoulder in that upward way.
I can now go back to curls, so that's something. I feel like my arms have gotten so flabby and no longer defined. I hate that.
Yes, I'm vain - I totally get that. But when you cringe in pain as you try to reach your back to wash it in the shower, your priorities change a little - until you see yourself in the mirror. Then vanity is staring you right back.
Or it is stating back at me. I'm shallow. I get it.
It sounds like one or two more appointments and I'll be discharged and the next one isn't even for another month - so I'll try to be more diligent about the therapy I'm supposed to do at home.
Honestly, I'd be ok with the shoulder no longer hurting just so I can do better at yoga.
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