For the past several years, my body has done anything I've asked of it. Good thing, too, since I'm not keen on waiting around for others to do what needs to be done. Sure, I've got residual Joust stresses. My right shoulder and wrist complain something fierce in the cold and damp. If I've worked very hard, my left knee reminds me that Dante once trod upon it but good. I've got clicks and creaks and random twinges.
Even so, while I'm a good fifteen pounds heavier than I ought to be, I'm still a fairly athletic and moderately fit person. There's no reason I can't move furniture to accommodate home improvement projects. No reason I can't put two coats of primer and then one of paint in the bathroom. No reason I can't re-hang a hundred pound heavy bag on my own.
Or so I thought. It started out as a stiffness about the left shoulder blade. It turned into a pain when I turned just so, and then progressed to a sharp, stabbing spasm when I extended my arm, or pulled up the bedsheets, or took a deep breath. I couldn't chop vegetables or settle onto my bed for a few hours' sleep. It was bad enough that I cancelled this morning's dental appointment (no WAY I could sit in that chair for two hours) and begged an appointment with my GP.
Turns out my Rotator Cuff is epically unhappy. It may be a minor flare-up of tendonitis. There might be a tear. It might be the onset of arthritis. My GP addressed the immediate issue: reduce the inflammation. I'm on a five day steroid pack, and I've had a set of X-rays on the left shoulder. I'm icing it on a regular rotation and taking Tylenol for the pain. "I don't want to go into the 'what ifs' until we try the straightforward approach," said he. "The med-pack may clear it up." Hmm. We shall see. And hope... VERY VERY HARD.
Here's the thing: I am not good at being relaxed. I am active and energetic and nigh on incapable of dialing it back. I know I am readily able to teach a kickboxing class with vocal cues alone, but refraining from physical demonstration is going to be really freakin' tough. My manager offered to have someone cover all of my classes for the next two weeks, at least. Thing is, we're already dealing with a skeleton crew. If I can suck it up in any wise, I'm going to do so.
I'm teaching two (three?) classes tomorrow. We'll see how that goes.