|Leaf showing its bones|
So you're probably wondering why, then, does this beautifully mended right arm still hurt so much? Because, he said (after expertly moving the arm this way and that), he thinks I tore the rotator cuff when I fell. That would be the other rotator cuff. The left arm already had a torn rotator cuff when I fell. It was very painful. And that's the arm I've had to use all this time.
The odd and interesting thing is that the left one hurts much less now than the right one. And I don't care. This is partly because it hasn't caught up with me yet. And partly because he gives me oxycodone, since I can't take most painkillers due to the kidney (transplant), and because I am a sweet harmless old lady in tennis shoes and obviously not a risk for addiction (and he controls the quantity, it's not a bottomless prescription). And partly I am not upset by this news because the left one has been healing, despite being subject to doing all the things a left arm normally doesn't have to worry about. So they do heal.
I felt so empowered by this news that I chopped up some zucchini for dinner, using my right arm. It's very hard to chop vegetables with your non-dominant hand, and just plain impossible to use scissors. The zucchini was very good, sliced about 1/3" thick, steamed not too much, glazed with a little butter and dusted with lemon pepper.