Arthroplasty Streak Broken

Yee–HAW!

I made it! I pulled through! Most of you don’t know me on here, but boy am I pumped to be click-clacking away on my keyboard again! You older folks must be used to all sorts of life-saving procedures by now, but me? Not even close! Before this year I’d only had surgery once, when I was fourteen – stupid appendix, ruining my otherwise spotless record.

Well, now my appendix (long since departed, rest in peace) will have some company! I’ve been having these achy shoulder pains every since my little slip-n-tumble last month, and when I finally managed to see one of the best shoulder injury specialists in Melbourne, I was told I would need a procedure! 

My whole dang shoulder needed replacing!

Well, nothing quite that dramatic, I admit – but still a lot! I did some damage to the ball and socket mechanism that makes your shoulder do its thing, meaning I wasn’t able to fully extend mine like I hoped. And yes, you’re right – I did have to say goodbye to my baseball career. I’ll be honest, I was never going to go more than semi-pro anyway.

So after this got in the way of my real life (two trips to the car for the grocery bags? Like an animal!) I set out for my consultation and now I’m booked in for the real deal: a total shoulder arthroplasty, where they replace the ball and socket with a ceramic and plastic alternative, respectively. I was so scared when they told me – not to mention throwing away a good sixty-year streak of not having bits of me lopped off and taken away! But alas, it was the right thing to do, so… I’m sitting in a hospital bed now!

My relatives have strict instructions to delete this post if I somehow don’t return from the surgery – although I’m pretty sure my shoulder surgeon rolled his eyes when he heard me say that.

In any case, if you’re reading this… I made it! Now I just need to build up another sixty years…