I remember visiting my father in his office about 35 or so years ago (he was about 50). He told me that he had been having a lot of pain in his shoulder recently, so he went to see his orthopedic surgeon friend about it. The guy (who had a wicked sense of humor) called him the morning of my visit and said, “I’m afraid that I’ve got some very bad news for you. After examining you, and reviewing the x-rays, I’ve determined that you’ll never be able to pitch for the Yankees, because your rotator cuff is shot to Hell. The good news is that if you give it a break, you’ll be able to otherwise live a normal life.”
The ironic thing is that those thoughts went through my mind this past year - I’d been lifting weights, and between that and doing a lot of yard work and cleaning/moving of stuff in the house, my right shoulder started hurting like Hell. Couldn’t lift my arm in certain directions at all without lots of pain, and in other directions my strength was very limited. I left it alone for a while (i.e. was lazy WRT physical labor), took some ibuprofin occasionally and rubbed on some CBD cream that my wife had, and between all of them it isn’t feeling too bad now. I will shortly begin doing push-ups and light weight lifting to strengthen both shoulders, but will do it in a very careful and measured way to avoid injury.
This getting older stuff (58 in about 3 months) really sucks...but it beats the alternative.
“This getting older stuff (58 in about 3 months) really sucks...but it beats the alternative.”
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LOL-—you are the age of my oldest “child”.
Lots of GREAT days ahead.
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