This blog is not supposed to be of the confessional type.
But operations are not cool and I am allowed to say so. I am sore and feeling sorry for myself.
I know it is a sin to complain about stuff when you are in a foreign country. There are people out there with life threatening problems, so I should just shut up about my sports injury, right? And the NHS is free, so can I really complain?
They kind of make you feel like you are a burger in a fast food chain, or being assembled on a conveyor belt, but it is free! They have many people to see, they are in a hurry, fair enough.
I'm just gonna keep reminding myself about it being free... ignore the fact that I didn't even know what was going to be done to me on the day of the op because the doc was on call when I had the pre-op assesment, and he told me after my MRI scan back in feb: "Something is wrong. We will operate."
MRI scans are expensive. All he could tell me is something is wrong? I know he had a better idea than that, but he was in a rush.
So for the operation, a completely new doc appears. I want continuity, I want the old one! This one had to ask which shoulder it was! WAH!
He was nice, with a cute Irish accent, but still.
While I was recovering post-op, he came with photos showing how fine my tendons were, and telling me he had shaved a bit of bone off me. From a place nowhere near to the injury. Now it is not my place to question the experts but I am questioning anyway. Is it really gonna help me at all? What about the other shoulder? As I told the other doc, the injury affects them both.
Ag, we shall see, once I can walk straight when the Anaesthetic wears off, if my arm is better, worse, or no different from before.
I started this whole process in June of last year. It has been one year to get this far. I cannot face all this again. So I figure, whatever happens, this is IT. No more. I will be a hundred before it is all solved.
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