Thawing the frozen shoulder

This morning you were out to change the world before lunch. Big task, no lesser determination. I could picture clearly that look with the lowered face and that little crinkle in the middle of your forhead. You were ready to take on anything and anybody who decided to get on your way -at least that's how you sounded- Coming to think about it, I don't think I understood most of what you said, except the final: how dare they! Go get them all Jan! I guess you have joined the club of knee breakers.

After lunch, you were happier. The doctor had given you a cocktail of corticosteroids and something for the swelling (it was injected, of course). The injection was painful for a short while and then you felt better. By the time I saw you at the end of the day, you were already moving your arm half way up and felt your shoulder more relaxed. The doctor said that the pain on your left side is a neurologic reaction that has nothing to do with your hand or leg or the skin in general on the right side of your body; he said this is more the way the brain is reacting during the healing: it makes your skin feel more sensitive and also makes you feel cold all the time. He said, this may pass with time. He alos said that if the injection has positive effects, you could have it two or three times a year. We'll see.

You were rested and happy. I found you surrounded by your roomates: the aboriginal lady who just loves you; Rose(?) the anglo lady who follows only your orders more than those from the nurses, and the italian lady, who loves your singing and happy heart. What am organizer you are Jan. Already having your audience in your own room, all listening carefully every word you were saying and filling in the gaps when your speech broke. Aphasia can't stop who you are, you just overflow the limitations and the essence of your heart comes out through the seams.

Tomorrow you will go to an important appointment with the surgeon...

-Fede