Shoulders, Grr

My right shoulder has been getting steadily worse for the past few months (I've mentioned occasional subluxes, though that seems to have settled down), and I'm now having occasional days when it's becoming uncomfortable to use crutches (also days when left shoulder isn't happy either). Yesterday I lunged for a sliding plate (I missed it but it stopped just short of the edge anyway) and I pretty much screamed and collapsed, the pain in my shoulder was like being stabbed. (Oddly that pain's consistently about an inch below the shoulder proper and centred on the bone, so maybe attachment related, though other bits are manifesting around the joint and as high as the base of my neck). Slow motions are okay and range of movement is normal for me (or 'extreme' as my physio described it in terms of what's normal for others), but anything rapid, especially anything with a sudden stop, that's yell out loud painful.

So anyway I decided I had to make an appointment with my GP (I've been meaning to make one for weeks, but the whole sleep during the day thing hasn't been cooperating, fortunately I fixed that by not sleeping at all between Monday AM and 2AM Wednesday...), because not being able to use my crutches could get a wee bit limiting. Which of course ties back into really needing a wheelchair referral, which means I really need a double appointment because there's no sense talking about one without the other and it may well mean two separate referrals from one appointment, so probably fair to warn them in advance and negotiate the best arrangement with the secretary - which I do better face to face. So I got myself organised to get over to the GP's, putting off something else I was meant to be doing, only to find out when I got there that they were shut. I'd completely forgotten they've got new hours and now aren't open Friday afternoons (I'm not at all clear as to whether they still have a Friday PM surgery). Grrr....

So that was a wasted journey, but I took the opportunity to swing by the supermarket, so at least I'm not eating solely out of tins, and then I popped into PC World to look at laptops. Which of course meant that by the time I got home not only wasn't my shoulder entirely happy, but my ankle was aching.

Which raises an interesting possibility. I've been trying to figure out what started my shoulder having issues. I've been aware of it to some degree since certainly early August (before Worldcon, so it wasn't the chair hire there), possibly July. If I push it that far back, then that's practically back to when I fell off the bin and sprained my ankle (don't ask why I was on the bin <g> ). I didn't think I'd hurt my shoulder, but it is the arm I landed on, and I made such a spectacular mess of my ankle I wouldn't necessarily have noticed, especially if it was only showing when I was putting a load on it and I was avoiding walking for obvious reasons.