The visit with the sweetest orthoped in Dallas was...well...I'm not sure if you can call it a success or not, really? When you hear the words, "I am shocked to see YOU sitting here because your scans do not look like a 30(yes, I am keeping that 0 there forever) year old woman..." you begin to get a bit nervous. But as it turns out, my shoulder has aged twice as fast as the rest of my body and is now a piece of hamburger meat. I have an "old man" shoulder. Go me.
So while yes, I do indeed need to have it nipped and tucked quite a bit, he has promised me that it shall not fuck up my marathon training and if all goes well I shall be able to tie my own running shoes and hit the trails by August 1. Yahoo.
In order to get this bad boy fixed and put away so I can get on with my summer, I'll be sliced and diced rather quickly. In fact, I spent a day at the hospital being treated to EKGs, X-Rays, and blood work already. It was truly a fun filled and entertaining day. Next step is my preop appointment and cutting this bad boy open.