Well on Monday this week the same happened again, only this time the movement is even less. I retired to bed early last night, just after 10 o’clock, and didn’t sleep very well all night. Every time I turn I mutter “ouch” and settle back to the previous sleeping position, so never really getting comfortable.
After much “ggnnngggh”-ing and struggling to get dressed, I decided to phone the docs. The usual 4 year wait was offered, or I could pop down to my A&E. Now my local A&E is 20 miles away, and is the main A&E for every work-shy chav living in Swansea, so a 5 hour wait can be expected. I believe that the NHS doesn’t need timewasters so I took their advice and phoned the NHS Direct helpline, and after a lengthy description of symptoms and other questions, was told I could have dislocated my shoulder. Something I’d suspected from the start.
So off I head to my other nearest A&E some 30 miles away in Port Talbot. This is a minor accident centre, so is a lot quieter then normal. After 10 minutes I’d been seen by a doctor, within 20 I’d had an x-ray taken, and I was heading back home again within the hour. The diagnosis is simple; frozen shoulder. I have to take copious amounts of ibuprofen (6 x 500mg tablets a day) and partake in
Nothing new there then.