Shouldering burdens

So, a post or two ago, I mentioned that I had fallen getting out of the shower last December.  And because I can't overcome the part of me that thinks "Tough it out, you just need to take it easy for a bit and you'll get better", I didn't mention it to my doctor until April.

I know.  Stupid, huh?

Anyway, the frozen shoulder thing isn't what it is.  And nerve pain isn't what it is.  So yesterday, I went and got one of these.  And it was about as fun as the one I had last July--although they gave me headphones this time and I got to listen to a classic rock station.  That played Def Leppard.

I am totally old.

ANYWAY, it was claustrophobic and sucky and it took about 20 minutes.  I have a coworker who says that MRIs put her to sleep, and I can't even imagine how that's possible.  Even getting past the small space, which actually wasn't so bad this time, but I think mostly because I could see the ceiling  outside the back end.  But the NOISES are awful!  Clicking and thumping--I could hear it over the music.

Anyway, I don't know the results.  At this point, it might be a reasonable assumption that I did some damage to my rotator cuff.  I won't know until I can talk to the doctor on Monday.  I don't know what to hope for any more--if it is rotator cuff, it'll mean surgery, which I've heard hurts like the dickens.  At least, though, that would have an end.  If it's NOT a rotator cuff tear, then we still don't know what it is and there's no end in sight.

Neither option makes me happy.  I do think it'd be nice to use my left arm again, though.