CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- No doubt it was the enthusiasm around the Olympics that propelled me to great heights (and depths) last week.
Obviously, I didn't realize the degree of difficulty involved with mounting the stepstool to organize some things in a closet. Quicker than a vault "stick," I tumbled off the stool and onto the floor. And then the scores came in. It was a unanimous decision: zero on the dismount.
After my husband, John, picked me up from the floor -- and following some supportive tail wags and affection from the furry children -- I began to contemplate my plight. The pain was excruciating.
I landed on my shoulder, the same one in which I experienced a rotator cuff tear several years ago (ouch). Only this hurt much worse. I thought I'd broken something. "Dr. John" put me through a range of motion exercises, gleaned from his years of competitive and leisure sports, along with lots of bumps and bruises along the way.
We waited until the next day to go for X-rays. Fortunately, nothing was broken. And I was outfitted with a new fashion accessory in the form of a sling. And did I mention the pain was excruciating?
The doctor gave me a prescription for pain medication, although I used it sparingly. For some reason, it always makes me dizzy and nauseous. And then it's a question of which pain is worse.
It took awhile to get used to the sling, but it did a good job of immobilizing my arm. And I was able to function pretty well. Advil did its job too, when I weaned myself off the pain meds.
I still watched the Olympics every night. And marveled at the champions who undergo things like this all the time in the name of sacrifice for their sport. As for me, I was more challenged by everyday things like: