Becoming the patient, again.

I started playing softball when I was seven and didn’t stop until I graduated from high school.  I can still hear my dad telling me that I was going to hurt myself if I kept using the side-armed throwing technique instead of the proper way.

I can’t pinpoint the exact time or thing that truly injured my right shoulder – perhaps it was just from throwing incorrectly for so many years?  I just know that eventually, everything I did wound up hurting my shoulder and I couldn’t find any relief. 

I had an MRI and found out that my rotator cuff had a couple of tears in it.  The doctor said he could go in and perform arthroscopic surgery and fix it or I could try physical therapy to see if that would relieve some of my pain.  So I tried physical therapy and ate bottles of Advil until I couldn’t take it anymore.  I finally gave in and decided to have the surgery – I was the patient again.

I was a little anxious about having the surgery, but I knew it was time to take care of it before it got any worse.  I had no idea that choosing to have that surgery would change my path in life so drastically.

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