A weight on my shoulders

So I’ve spent the last few months walking around feeling as if there was duct tape on my back, taping down my right shoulder blade. I couldn’t really voice that idea because it only made sense after my new massage therapist told me yesterday that I have the beginnings of frozen shoulder. I could say “adhesive capsulitis of the scapula” but that sounds like a venereal disease invented by 3M.

The fact that most sufferers of frozen shoulder are women in between the ages of 40 and 60 means I feel extra special that I should be skipping ahead a decade and getting the old timey injuries over with early. Osteoporosis: coming this spring!

Okay, it seems I don’t specifically have adhesive whatsit yet but I need to focus on getting better before the shoulder does get completely stuck. At massage yesterday the poor woman had braced herself against the side of the massage bed, grabbed my shoulder blade with both hands and was using her entire body weight to try to pull it open (I suggested she find someone else to pull me from the opposite direction, but she didn’t think that was necessary). She managed to move it a tiny bit, so there’s hope for me still. She’ll probably find a gummy bear stuck in there (what can I say, sometimes I snack in bed).

How did I get this problem? Well, it turns out that spending a year sitting on a computer chair with your knees up and your feet on the seat while a cat curls up on your thighs, all the while reaching over the cat to type on your laptop keyboard, is not the most ergonomically correct position in which to work. Even if it does look cute. Yeah, I’m surprised too!

On the plus side to all this, I found a good massage therapist! Too bad I’m in a good deal of pain!