Despite it being a couple of years since I’ve been able to officially visit my doctor—my charts had been archived due to inactivity and I had to resubmit a lot of paperwork—my doctor remembered me and was pleased to see me in spite of the circumstances. She’s probably the best doctor I’ve ever had and that makes the trip to Canton worthwhile. So I sat on the exam table, took off my shirt, and she put me through a bunch of range of motion tests to see if we could figure out what the hell was my problem. Turns out a few of you had guessed what the issue was based on my description: a damaged rotator cuff. Which seemed odd to me as this didn’t feel like a joint issue at all as it felt specifically like a muscle problem as the pain is in much of my arm.
She explained that, unlike our hips which are really nice ball-cup joints, the shoulder’s rotator cuff is composed of muscles and tendons that surround the shoulder joint and are responsible for holding our arm in place. Somewhere along the line about a year ago I managed to injure mine—not sure how but I’d guess from my habit of sleeping on my arm—and it’s gotten progressively weaker since then. The good news is that she doesn’t think I need surgery to fix the problem. I should be able to get it back to normal using physical therapy. The bad news is the closest PT office that my crappy health insurance considers in-plan is in Livonia which is a good half-hour away by freeway. But at least I know what the problem is and it’s not something melodramatic like shoulder cancer or something.
So I have a prescription for a pain killer and a physical therapist. I also have a prescription for a CAT scan thanks to a last-minute question I had about how a certain activity, which I won’t go into here but does involve some strenuous effort, that occasionally results in a major headache that shoots up from the base of my neck to encompass my whole head to the point that I can feel my pulse in my head, my nose feels like it’s bleeding, and my eyes feel like they’re about to explode. It doesn’t happen often, last time I can recall was maybe seven months ago, but when it does happen it can put a major dent in how my day is going. She thinks it sounds like I’m triggering a migraine, but she’d like to do a CAT scan to rule out something much more melodramatic such as a potential aneurysm. So assuming I can find a facility my insurance will cover nearby I may soon be getting my first ever CAT scan.
Oh yeah, one other bit of bad news: I’m back up to 296 pounds having managed to regain the weight I lost by switching to diet pop. She was less concerned with that at the moment than the rotator cuff injury, but it’s something I’m going to need to address as well eventually.