Cold Shoulder

My shoulder has been giving me problems lately. It’s really just one problem—IT HURTS. It’s not the sort of injury I would need a first responder for—a second or third responder could handle it. If you were an ambulance driver and you were watching “Dateline” and they were investigating the wife’s disappearance, and the husband was helping with the search and crying during the press conference, I would tell you my shoulder is not such an emergency that you couldn’t wait until the police circle back to the husband, who probably did it for the insurance money.

My question is, how did this shoulder get injured in the first place? I didn’t fall, or try to break down a door or try to throw a block during a running play or anything. It’s not my tennis-serving shoulder, I already had that one fixed. This particular shoulder sits around all day doing nothing, except to help me get up from a sitting position, or put on my jacket. When I tried to explain to my doctor that I might have hurt my shoulder putting on my jacket, he looked at me like he thought I might be talking about a straight jacket.

The surgeon was a little more understanding. Surgeons know how fragile the human body can be, and it makes them slightly giddy. He looked at me from top to bottom, and it was obvious he could pick out five or six things to operate on right off the bat.

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He sent me over for an MRI, and the technician made me take everything out of my pockets, like I was going to a Yankees game. He asked me if I was claustrophobic, and I assured him that I am not. He mentioned it a few more times, to make sure I don’t have a fear of enclosed spaces. By the time I was inside that thing, I felt absolutely sure that I was claustrophobic. Luckily, I was able to go right to sleep, because the loud banging noises reminded me a little bit of my old Datsun B-210, which I loved.

Looking over the MRI films, the doctor said I have a bone spur that is digging into my rotator cuff, and that he was going to have to shave it down. I told him that I don’t care if there’s a little hair on it, maybe just give it a Brazilian wax and let’s call it a day. I waxed my car last weekend and there’s not a hair on the thing.

This made him even more determined. He pulled out a model of the shoulder area, and showed me exactly what he was going to do. A couple pieces fell off and landed on the floor, and I hope he washes them off before he sticks them back in my body. He said if he didn’t like the looks of my rotator cuff, he was going to snip it and re-attach it. I’ve had rotator cuff surgery before, and I didn’t like it much, so I said no thanks to that. I told him if he gets bored he can open up my cerebral cortex and fix whatever the reason is that I suck at math. He didn’t laugh at that, but he made a note for the billing department that I can’t add very well.

Down at the billing department, I tried to get a straight answer about how much this little setback was going to set me back. The doctor’s office referred me to the surgery center, which referred me to the anesthesiologist’s office, which referred me back to the doctor’s office. As I was trying to figure it all out I realized that the deductible on my car insurance was much less than on my health insurance. I wondered if maybe I could park my car on a small incline, put it in neutral, climb out and gently run over my shoulder. But I knowing me, I would sprain my knee jumping out of the car.

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