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Sorry to hear Bob!, Praying for Machelle! Throw me in with the others who are close enough to help with anything you might need!
 
Thanks again for the well wishes everyone. We're home, as expected, she has some pain. I'm just hoping she can get some sleep tonight at this point.

The doc kind of threw us for a spin when we talked to him prior to the surgery. They took another set of pictures, aft6er looking at them he felt like it was healing enough on its own, and may not need surgery. Then he started poking and prodding, and Machelle told him that she could still feel something "clicking" that was very painful when she moved her shoulder. Based on how she was actually feeling he decided that surgery was probably the best option, but it was still up to us. WOW, what a decision that was to make on the spot. We obviously decided to go ahead with the surgery.

When he came out to see me after the surgery I asked him what he thought once he was in there...he said it was probably for the best that we did it. The bone was healing itself, but it was definitely out of place. There was enough separation that he did a small bone graft in one section.

Now it's just a matter of time and rehab!
 
Sounds like it would have been harder to correct at a later date if needed. Glad it went well now off to recovery.
 
They were both crappy options with no guarantees. More likely to have some level of lifelong pain if left untreated, improved odds of being pain free (relative) with the surgery/correction, but also the inherent risks of any surgery. Time will tell. We've both committed to make sure she does her re-hab. I had carpal tunnel surgery on both hands 15 years ago. I decided I was smarter than the docs, didn't do my rehab the way I should have, changed an engine in my rock Jeep 6 weeks after left hand surgery, 3 days after right hand surgery...I pay the price everyday for being so smart!:rolleyes:
 
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Glad to hear she is safely home and recovering as expected. Give her our love.
 
She's up and at it today. She said her pain level is about the same as when she broke it to begin with.

Our neighbor Nila is a gem, she had a "get well soon" sign hung on our fence when we got home yesterday. She came over this morning to see how Machelle was doing...I got in trouble because Machelle was making breakfast for us. I calmly explained to Nila that the bacon wasn't going to cook itself!:rolleyes: That comment didn't help my cause at all.:( I thought I was being nice when I said that I would let her take a nap until I was ready for lunch once the breakfast dishes were done...that got me into even more trouble!:oops:
 
She's up and at it today. She said her pain level is about the same as when she broke it to begin with.

Our neighbor Nila is a gem, she had a "get well soon" sign hung on our fence when we got home yesterday. She came over this morning to see how Machelle was doing...I got in trouble because Machelle was making breakfast for us. I calmly explained to Nila that the bacon wasn't going to cook itself!:rolleyes: That comment didn't help my cause at all.:( I thought I was being nice when I said that I would let her take a nap until I was ready for lunch once the breakfast dishes were done...that got me into even more trouble!:oops:

Doesn't Nila know that Bacon doesn't cook itself?

Wait! Is she hording some sort of self cooking bacon?!
 
Our neighbor Nila is a gem, she had a "get well soon" sign hung on our fence when we got home yesterday. She came over this morning to see how Machelle was doing...I got in trouble because Machelle was making breakfast for us. I calmly explained to Nila that the bacon wasn't going to cook itself!:rolleyes: That comment didn't help my cause at all.:( I thought I was being nice when I said that I would let her take a nap until I was ready for lunch once the breakfast dishes were done...that got me into even more trouble!:oops:

Since you're clearly a glutton for punishment, here's some more ideas you can use to dig yourself in deeper . . .


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I forgot my wife's birthday and she was really miffed. She told me

"Tomorrow morning I want to see something in our driveway that will go

from zero to 180 in under 10 seconds, brand new. And you had better not

forget!"


The next morning the missus looked out the window and was puzzled to see

a cardboard box in the driveway. She went out and opened it.


It was a bathroom scale.


And then the fight started...

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My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.

She asked, 'What's on TV?'

I said, 'Dust.'

And then the fight started...

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For her birthday, my wife asked me to take her to someplace she has not

been to in years.


I took her into the kitchen


Then the fight started.

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My wife is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.

She is whining about what she sees and says me, "I feel Horrible; I look

old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment."

I told her, 'Well, at least your eyesight's darn near perfect.'


And then the fight started...

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Oh now this is fun, and hopefully bringing a smile to Machelle's face.

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer... Always something more important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.

When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
 
One more, Bob I expect you to laugh out loud at this.

After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's Licence to verify my age.

I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.

She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability too.'

And then the fight started...
 
I took the 'puter in to her, she got a good laugh, and then she laughed too hard and made her shoulder hurt again! ...I'm thinking dinner is going to be late tonight.:(
 
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