Mom and Dad told me I said some pretty outrageous stuff while slipping under the influence of drugs. I don’t think repeating what was said in that surgery holding room would be appropriate to relay to readers. The last thing I remember was breathing into the oxygen mask then BAM! I was waking up in the recovery room still loopy from the drugs. Although my brain was still groggy from the drugs, my heart skipped a beat in a anticipation as the doctor approached my parents and I in recovery to give us the news of the damage in my shoulder. What the doctor told us took a few seconds to sink in but the news was an answer to much prayer. Originally the doctors though my labrum was torn and would need to be sown together. Recovery time for something like this put my bow season in question not to mention playing baseball again. My doctor delivered the early Christmas telling me my labrum was completely healthy and strong. What was found, inflammation, scar tissue and impingement that were acting like a layer of sand rubbing against the muscles of my shoulder. No reconstruction or suturing in my shoulder. This means one thing; I will be able to pull a bow back this fall. This morning, the pain blockers have worn off but my shoulder isn’t in a ton pain, just extremely stiff. Needless to say I am very relieved and thankful. God is good.
On the flip side I’ll also get to play baseball again.
Where Eagles Dare, PWL,
Jason
Pushing the Wild Limits 