Three down...

My twelfth week of PT. Three months. Thirty-six appointments, more or less. Early on the physical therapist told me it could take three to six months to 'thaw' my frozen shoulder.

Well, I'm getting the sense it's going to be a little longer than three months.

Overall things are going well but my progress has slowed. I think I'm reaching one of those plateaus they warned me about in the beginning. How to you break a plateau? Why, more stretching = more pain, of course.

Good times.

But I can't complain. I can now reach up with my right arm to turn on the floor lamp in my office, even if I can't reach back to unhook my bra or fully shave my pit.

Why can't I shave my pit? Let's do a little demonstration: Hold your arm out ninety degrees to the side so it's parallel to the floor, and try to shave your pit. Oh yeah, you have to squint so that you can't really see what you're doing. Because -- have I mentioned? -- I'm legally blind without my glasses. Fun, huh? It's a wonder I haven't severed an artery or something.

I finally realized that part of the problem is the disposable razors I use. The blade is too wide and the handle too long to navigate that small space. But just yesterday I found a promising solution: Mini-razors! These cute little guys are maybe three inches long and the head is probably not even an inch and a half wide at the most. Perfect! Now if they just came with a lighted magnifying glass attached... OK, that may be too much to ask.

I haven't used them for their intended purpose but I can see where they might come in handy there as well. Although the word 'bikini' makes me snort. As if!

The Noxema folks probably won't find this post and send me a truckful, but if they do, I'd be OK with that.