There was good news and there was bad news from the doctor today. First the good news:
No major tears or surgery required on my left knee. All I did was bruise the bone and slightly tear the ligaments around my knee cap. Apparently the twisting motion moved the kneecap around pretty good. I was lucky there.
Now the bad news:
The reason why my left shoulder keeps coming out is the fact that I've torn half of the ligaments that keep your shoulder in its socket. This one requires surgery if I want to prevent my shoulder from coming out (which I think is a good thing.) A 2-hour surgery and a 3 month rehab stint if I choose to have it operated on.
As I see it now I think I should have the surgery, but 3 months is a looooong time to not be able to do anything. Should I just deal with the shoulder that flies out of its socket, or get the operation? Any input or personal insights would be greatly appreciated.
More punk song lyric time..........
"Memory"
This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start. I'll tear us apart. Can I be your enemy? Losing half a year. Waiting for you here I'd be your anything.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start. Tearing out my heart. I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. (I'd be your memory) Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start. We could fall apart And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory? Can I be your memory? |