After leaving things for nearly 3 weeks, I phoned to arrange an appointment to see my orthopod again regarding my shoulder injury. However, when I arrived home this evening there was a letter from him waiting for me. I quote the relevant passages:
"...Your MRI shows some degenerative change (that's osteoarthritis to you and, it seems, me) and a low grade capsulitis, which probably accounts for the discomfort you are experiencing... there is no surgical target here (sic) and I have duly referred you for physiotherapy..."
Which is good, I suppose. No need for an operation, as it will probably get better by itself given a handful of months. Personally I have never had much faith in the merits of physiotherapy; all I need is some pointers as to the best moves to make in order to enhance my range of movement, then they can leave me to my own devices. At present it does not cause me that much trouble, though it is uncomfortable to sleep on my right side, and I keep forgetting and making movements that do hurt quite a lot. But that's my fault for being so stupid, as is the whole thing, as I have explained in a previous blog. But the signs for the medium term are favourable.
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