Good morning, my fellow travellers of this internet blog!
I’ve had quite the few weeks since we’ve spoken last! Gerald and I took a lovely trip up to Melbourne to see our girls – both long-gone, living their dreams on the east coast! – and ended up staying a whole extra week because we were having such a lovely time!
(It also helped that the hotel offered us a discount, to apologise for a truly ghastly dining experience we had – but that’s a story for a different blog!)
I did the darndest thing to myself, on the day we were supposed to come home though. I ended up in the hospital of all places! We were loading our bags up with goodies for our friends back home, and I snatched at a suitcase to stop it falling off the bed and spilling the trinkets everywhere.
I felt something actually tear inside my arm! It was awful!
The very lovely (and young) shoulder surgeon from Melbourne came by and told me that I’d actually injured the bicep muscle quite badly, and needed a good bit of surgery to get me on my way again. I laughed and told him that I didn’t have any biceps last time I checked.
(He did not find that amusing.)
So our little one-week vacation in Melbourne turned into a two-week vacation in Melbourne which then turned into a one-week hospital stay! Mostly that was for observation, and because they didn’t want me to travel quite so far if I could help it. So I was a good patient and did exactly as I was told.
The young shoulder surgeon came back and told me I needed something called a biceps tenodesis operation. Information came out of him at a mile-a-minute! Gerald kept up, cool head that he’s always been.
Apparently my muscle has suffered enough damage that they need to physically detach it from my shoulder and re-attach it to the top of my humerus bone. There’s nothing funny about that!
(An old joke, and a goodie!)
But at least I’ll be home soon!