Wow, the masses have spoken! People are irate that I’m not updating this blog regularly anymore. I get it, this is the longest blogless streak in literally 15 years. One day down the road I’ll be trying to prove some trivial thing about where I happened to be on February 25, 2018, and there will be no written record.

Basically the big news is the shoulder stuff. Massage failed. Orthopedics failed. Chiropractics failed. Physical therapy failed. Inversion table failed. Traction therapy failed. Only a little heat and ice helped. So it was off to get an MRI. There, cramped into a tiny tube for 25 minutes and on the verge of a massive panic attack, the truth came out. My neurologist studied the MRI and came to the conclusion that my C6-C7 disc is protruded, compressing the nerve that goes down into the neck, left shoulder, and left arm… also known as cervical radiculopathy.

The courses of action are surgery or a steroid injection into the disc. Everyone I’ve spoken to has said to avoid surgery at all costs and go with the injection. If it works, great! If not, well, then go get the operation. So Monday I’m heading in for the shot, which is so uncomfortable and powerful it requires sedation and a day of rest. That makes me nervous. It might fix things for a few months, or it might not even work. We shall see.