A week after my surgery, I went to see my doctor. He took the stitches out, checked the swelling and told me everything was okay. Of course, all I wanted to know was when I could start doing things.
“Well, you should be doing some passive movement exercises. Lie down.”
I hopped up on the examining table. My left arm (bad arm) was pinned by the side of my body and forearm laid across my belly.
“Grab your left wrist with your right hand and bring your left arm up and over your head,” my doctor said.
“NO! Are you kidding me??”
I raised my arm one to two inches off my belly. My doctor helped me lift my arm higher but I swear, I wanted to jump right off that table. Not only did my left arm feel like dead weight after sitting in a sling for a week, everything in my shoulder felt like it was knotted up like a tight ball of rubber bands that were about to snap.