Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
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||Beowulf was here....
Beowulf was here
I received a reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be. This time
it’s bursitis. It’s pitiful when you get so old that all you have to
talk about is your aches and pains. So, I tried to ignore it. Mind
over matter -- if I don’t acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.
Unfortunately, this ache was in my right shoulder and I’m right-handed.
It was starting to affect my computer arm. As much time as I spend
clicking a computer mouse, it was starting to get down-right aggravating.
You can only ignore pain for so long. My mind over matter theory was
melting quickly. I tried warm showers, long soaks in the tub, ice
packs, and the old stand-by favorite, menthol rubs. Have you tried those
new stick-on patches with icy-hot menthol built in? As good as they are, it was
obvious that I needed something more than a stick-on patch.
“I feel like the monster in Beowulf!” I told my honey. Most
people have studied the ancient story of Beowulf, probably in a high school
literature. To refresh your memory, Beowulf was the young hero of the
story. To make a long classic short, Beowulf saved the mead hall when he
killed a beast named Grendel by pulling his arm out of the socket.
Maybe that was how arm wrestling was invented?
Regardless, it was time for me to see a doctor. I couldn’t wait for an
appointment by now. I was in too much pain. I considered an
emergency room, but I was rather embarrassed to go to an ER for something that
had had been hurting for two weeks. Why do we do things like this?
I went to the local urgent care clinic, sometimes called a “doc-in-the-box”.
Doc was sympathetic and gave me a shot of cortisone and prescription for muscle
Ah, sweet relief!
I quickly forgot that I was as ancient as the Beowulf epic and went right back
to my regular routine. As you have probably guessed, as soon as the
cortisone shot wore off, my pain came back. By this time the bursitis was
a raging monster, threaten to devour my entire arm.
“I’d better go to an orthopedic doctor.” But I couldn’t wait.
I had let it get out of control again. So, it was back to the old urgent
care clinic. I knew the routine by now.
But this time the doctor was a different one, a female.
She was not as understanding.
“You’ve been here for this before?” she asked. I nodded in the
affirmative. Old grouch, I thought.
“You need to see your primary care doctor,” she said.
The doctor is telling me to see a doctor? What is she? Anyhow, she
did give me another short of cortisone. Funny thing about cortisone, it
can makes things hurt much worse before it starts feeling better.
Now I know why Grendel died of a displaced arm. I thought I was going to
I finally called my primary doctor and made an appointment. Dr. Grouch at
the clinic mentioned that I might need physical therapy. But, my arm is starting
to feel much better today. I don’t know why I’m going to the doctor
Monday when I feel fine on drugs.
As I said, it’s pitiful when you get so old you have nothing to talk about but
your aches and pains. If my arm comes out of the socket, though, I won’t
be able to type; so I figured I’d better get my column written while I still
If there is no column next week, you will know I have died of Beowulf syndrome.
Copyright 2008 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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