Back in May, among other things, I commented about a pain in my neck, both figurative and literal. But for now, I’m referring to the literal.
I had changed how I did pushups, but I eventually stopped when I noticed, while reaching for a carton of milk, that my arm felt weak. This is the same arm that has a recurring torn rotator cuff issue. I wasn’t in any pain, just weak.
Totally out of character for myself, I decided to be proactive and made an appointment to see my physical therapist. (Who I really need to put on speed dial.) I felt embarrassed about it because I wasn’t hurting, and I was feeling even better after a visit for a therapeutic massage on Monday. I felt I was going to be wasting her time.
The entire session I was apologizing for being a big baby. But she was actually quite happy I came in. I did have the signs of it getting to be an actual problem, and it is better to catch it early. Although I think it is harder to diagnose the problem when the patient doesn’t scream in agony when you poke in a sensitive spot. (As opposed to only being able to say that that spot might be tender.) That said, healing will be much swifter since I’m not starting from zero.
I have new exercises to do.