For the past few months - well since this summer for sure, I've been having some problems with my left shoulder. I noticed some pain when I moved in certain positions. About a week after Mom died, I spoke to the doctor who recommended physical therapy. With all the excitement over the fall, I didn't follow up - until December, after Joe's last hospital visit. By this point I actually was having a lot of pain. It turns out the physical therapist the doctor recommended didn't take Joe's insurance - so I decided to wait until January, when mine kicked in.
On Monday I went to the physical therapist who said I had
bursitis. He gave me some exercises - basically I'm supposed to move my arm into the hurt and hold it there for several seconds - eventually returning a full range of motion to my arm. I see the physical therapist 3 time a week - for about 4 weeks I think.
Here are the instuments of my torture.

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