So, just what is a rotator cuff and how do you tear it? My online dictionary says it is a “capsule with fused tendons that supports the arm at the shoulder joint and is often subject to athletic injury.”
The good news is I can be considered an athlete! I always wanted to be an athlete, but that means you have to have some sort of ability-which I do not have. I have learned to swing a club and I golf twice a week so I guess that makes me a retired golfing pro!
The bad news is that I partially tore my left rotator cuff. The diagnosis from an MRI came with lots of other long words I can’t pronounce. All I know is that I can’t really move the arm much. Sleeping is a bear and I’m sidelined from swinging a club.
The good news is we are going to try physical therapy first before surgery. I have a great physical therapist that I have had before for hip bursitis, so I have a lot of confidence in him. Things are going REALLY slow right now.
The bad news is I am missing out on all of the great spring golfing weather. I hate the hot summers, so spring is my favorite time to golf! I’ll let you know when I can swing a club again…
Being the stellar golfer that I am, I had one of those days on the golf course where I spent more time searching for my ball than hitting off the green. So sad!
Because of my extreme hitting accuracy (haha), I am often looking for wayward balls. One solution is to use pink or florescent pink balls. Easy to spot, right? Not necessarily! For example, you see this little jewel nestled under a patch of weeds? From the other side it is completely hidden. It took forever to find.
Or, take this little beauty. Embedded in the natural habitat is one cute little pink ball. Can you imagine if I used a white or yellow ball? Never would have found it.
But the best of all was having a ball get buried in the tall ornamental grass that lined the creek bed. I really could not find the ball until we started digging down into each tuft of grass. Yes, I took a drop. Since I play with such a great friend, no penalty was incurred.
The day ended in the sand, but at least I could spot the ball!
Moral of this story: Golfing is not about skill, but about the fun you have in the quiet outdoors with friends. Lots of laughs, memorable stories, and the occasional great shot. Love this sport!