OK, I have decided to steal some time from study which is just killing me right now to post where things are.
As you will have seen, I had my MRI. Turns out that when the shoulder dislocated the humerus smashed into the socket breaking off the front tip of the cartilage like soft tissue around the socket. This has then reset in the wrong place and caused the already stretched capsule et al to be in the wrong place. To quote the consultant I am “clinically unstable”…
To make matters more fun, when the arm dislocated the smashing of the arm into the socket has put a hefty dent into the humerus which may require work. In the image below (viewing the joint from below, so like looking up my arm bone), the bone should be a complete circle of orange(ish) so that intrusion of bluey stuff is not welcome. The damage to the socket is the blue part just across the red at 3 o’ clock on the humerus.
The downside to this is it would change the surgery from keyhole to open surgery.
The formal diagnosis for those of you with a medical bent are a large Hill-Sachs lesion and an abnormality of the labrum anteroinferiorly (the labrum is not fully torn, but is “certainly not normal”). The procedure will intend to be a labral repair but if it is the bone then it will move to a Laterjet procedure which, having read about it, seems pretty serious and will end up with more screws holding my body together..
And to think, all this from one mis-step when running…
So I am going under the knife in October. It could have been this Monday just gone but my calendar is crappy with exams and work before a holiday so I am stuck with October. Importantly it is long enough before my wedding that it will not impact on that.
And in the meantime I am back running, though there is one area where I am ultra cautious these days! Sadly the runs feel like they are getting slower and harder and I am seriously not feeling the love. And to make matters worse, the only comments I ever hear on my image these days is that I look like I am getting fatter. Indeed, every time I look in the windows as I run, all I can see is my belly protruding over the straps of my bag. Worse is knowing that even if I somehow manage to control my weight through running in the next couple of months, I will then go under the knife and have to start again. Due the shoulder not being stable I can’t really do any weights or swimming to work on my upper body to improve the physique generally.
Kind of makes me wonder why I bother. If running isn’t much fun and isn’t stopping me get out of shape, what am I doing it for other than being too tight to pay to get across London or just walk?
I would ponder it further but I now need to go to bed to get up at 4 to get into London and run, work my arse off, run again, get the train home, then study and not get to have any life or even spend time with the woman I plan to marry. Somehow it feels something is out of balance here.