Barbells, hope, and a little fear. Typed this post and pre-scheduled it for today. I had shoulder surgery on January 18 (or I’m scheduled to). Actually, writing this now is sort of like time travel. It’s my right shoulder and I’m a one hand typist. I’ve had my share of surgery, but this is “somewhat” elective. They are going to repair the A/C joint, and I’ll be away from lifting for a while. I’m not too fearful. I have a talented surgeon and after rehabilitation I should be doing everything without pain. I am in a considerable amount of pain now, and have been for about a year.
Now this all sounds good on paper, and I’m confident it will be. Still, I’m going to miss going to the gym and lifting which is my form of health tonic and stress reliever combined. Most people don’t dream of barbells, squat racks, and EZ curl bars; I have a feeling I just might. I will try to have faith that God put skill in my Doctor’s hands and that the big Healer upstairs will heal me. I’ve been through three brain surgeries one might think I would have no fear. I am a bit apprehensive because not having those brain surgeries was not an option (I’d definitely be dead today), but I could wait on the shoulder. Waiting would let me keep to the barbells a bit longer. Waiting is the wrong course so I’ll have the surgery. Unfortunately the sounds of the song “Mack The Knife” echo in my head.
It will be OK. Barbells not sugarplums may dance in my head as I sleep tonight. I have generally been blessed by good health in my life so I will TRY not to complain. Just heal fast shoulder of mine. I miss the sound of clanking barbells.
