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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

In today's medical news...

It seems that what might actually be ailing me is my shoulder, not my neck and back. Thanks to the tried-and-true Jersey way of "knowing a guy," my appointment with the orthopedic specialist, originally scheduled for the 15th, was moved up to today. And not a moment too soon, because I'm just about at my wits' end with this no-sleeping crap, and my unauthorized drugs are not a long-term solution.

So while I do have some back issues, it's minor and can be dealt with later. The doc thinks the stabbing pains of death have been caused by a faulty rotator cuff, and if that's the case, I know exactly when that injury originally occurred - playing in a beer softball league around 1996, which means it's probably been festering for about 10 years.

The doc shot my shoulder full of drugs, which unfortunately only helped for about an hour. Then it was back to the debilitating pain. If it isn't better within a week, I'll be going back for Plan B. If Plan B turns out to be a tear in the rotator cuff or a spur of sorts, we are looking at some good times indeed.

But I'm going to try to limit the bitching until then. I've had enough, so I'm sure you have too. And there are many good things to look forward to in the next week, including the start of the NFL playoffs and Monday's college football national championship.


  • At 1/03/2007 10:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I had a stabbing pain in my shoulder and my orthopedic surgeon told me it was my neck.

    Ironic. Don't ya think?

    Feel better. And if the pain persists, you can give Mr. Favre a call. I'm sure he has extra pills.

    (I'm going to hell for that one)

  • At 1/04/2007 7:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    When did college football implement a playoff system to actaully have a "National Championship"?

  • At 1/04/2007 10:43 PM, Blogger jersey girl said…

    Todd, I'll let it slide. After the past three weeks, I completely understand how His Holiness could have gotten hooked on the Vicodin. I couldn't imagine how much pain I'd be in if I'd been tackled by 300-pound linemen week after week.

    Anon, I don't make the rules. And don't be bitter ... we can't all go to universities with football teams.


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