I went to get the stitches out today and was feeling pretty good about my recovery progress since the operation. I brought my sling but didn’t wear it in and got scolded about it. Even though I had called and asked several times about what I should and shouldn’t do, they weren’t very clear with me until today. So I really have to wear this damn thing all day, every day and while sleeping for the next 3 weeks. I may feel a lot better but they told me we don’t want to risk an injury at this delicate stage and need to wait till the internals have healed. They also showed me a fascinating picture taken inside my shoulder while they were performing the operation to let me know just how screwed up my labrum was, very much detached from my bicep. Then they showed me a photo of the frankenstein-like repair job, a support drilled into my bone and the wires that reconnected it and tightened it between the bicep and shoulder. It was kinda gross but kinda cool too. Long story short, it needs more time to heal and I better get used to wearing this thing and taking it easy for a few more weeks. At least I can begin physical therapy this week (responding to my emotional need for progress of some sort), and so I will try to choose a PT tomorrow.
So my shoulder operation is this coming Friday. I have been trying to gather as much info as possible, and coordinate what I will need in the days following the procedure, when I will mostly likely be pretty immobile, somewhat drugged up, and uncomfortable. I have been looking into my sleeping arrangements (as in, how WILL I fall asleep that way), clothing options (no putting my right arm through a shirt for some time, how to put on other clothes with one hand), working arrangements (I should be able to type, but it won’t be a picnic), bathing (no showers for FOUR days after the surgery / sponge bath, anyone?), etc. I have also been trying to line up friends to stop by and help me out, get me things and generally babysit me in the days following. As anyone who knows me can attest, I am not a great sick or recovering person. I just want to complain and have people sit around me and exclaim “poor baby!”, and possibly bring me things. In short, I am a pill when I don’t feel well. I have been trying to warn the various friends who will stop by to look in on me and apologize for this behavior in advance. So if this sounds like a swinging good time to any of my friends out there, please don’t hesitate to sign up for the fun, there are still many slots available!
It was a crazy, all night dance party Friday night / Saturday morning. It is interesting that because of the lack of gay venues here, the dance clubs are quite mixed. No one seemed to have any problems and the atmosphere was pretty festive. I’m not sure where Joaquin and Ricardo get all their energy from, but it is inspiring. I myself was alternating between dancing and propping myself against a wall near them while they continued moving to the music. At 8 am we dragged ourselves through the misty day lit streets of Lima back to their place, where we hung out on the terrace for most of the day. We went out briefly just to feel that we had done something and for a brief bite to eat before coming back to the house where I crashed at 7 pm.
I feel pretty back to normal today, and am beginning to look at my options for the coming months. After noting the host of physical difficulties with our visits to high altitudes (chapped lips, bloody noses, difficulty breathing or walking) I am reconsidering my previous idea of going to Bolivia, since every place I wanted to go there is at a greater height than the highest point we were in here in Peru. I am now looking at going first to a few places north within Peru, and then heading to Argentina. Perhaps I will rent an apartment in Buenos Aires and use that as a base for exploring the rest of the country.