"Getting old is hell, sweetheart."--Uncle Carl
That's what my great uncle would often say. It was usually followed by a soft, knowing chuckle with a bit of honesty and humor. But, he was always quick to point out that for which he was thankful, too. It became harder over the years as he outlived so many in his lifetime. However, my mind prefers to linger on the more resilient moments when Uncle Carl spoke those words.
Ugh. Followed by meh.
The saga that is my shoulder injury from September continues. Long story with an eventual MRI/MRA and plenty of deserved griping, but I'll skip all of that. Good news is that I did not tear it nor have micro tears. So, that means no surgery and a few weeks of physical therapy. The bad news is that I have arthritis. What? How is that? Well, apparently it has always been there but kind of quiet. As the physician assistant put it, the injury awoken the bear.
Now that makes me feel old(er). I am not exactly thrilled by this news. He felt that the physical therapy should bring back range of motion and be mostly pain free. He also did not seem too concerned about long-term treatment or who I should see next. Seemed more like welcome to getting old(er).
I don't know how I feel about all of this, but it seems I'm fairly young to have this health issue. I guess it will be more for me to look into for 2014. I just want to be healthy and injury free for more than six months. I am tired of feeling like my body is falling apart. I'm certain there are worse things, but I'm concerned about the long-term effects and how to care for myself now so that I'm in better shape down the road, or less worse shape. This is not helping the whole being healthy and young enough to have a baby.
But, the physician assistant said that after the physical therapy that I can take up running and yoga again, at least for a little while. I am definitely going to be hoping for improved health in the coming year.