Friday, 20 March 2009
I'm Missing My Golf
I'm Missing My Golf I am missing my golf. I have not played for the past one year due to a very bad left shoulder joint. I did not know how it happened. I couldn't remember having a fall. I remembered the little nagging pain at first, when I did my morning exercises. It got worse by the day until one day I couldn't stand the throbbing pain anymore. Any little movement I made would send the sharp pain shooting up throughout the arm and shoulder. I had to go to the hospital (the new extension of Taiping Hospital mainly for the not- so- serious illnesses). I was referred to a physiotherapist. The place was new and she was the only one running the place. It was ok when I was alone but when other patients began to come in, she had difficulty attending to all of them. I remembered during one of those day, she was massaging my arm with a massaging machine. Another man was walking in and out waiting for his turn. She told him to do some workout on an exercise machine. Being new, the man didn't know how to use the machine and I noticed the physiotherapist was ignoring him. I didn't have the heart. So while I was being massaged, I began to give instructions to him on how to use the machine properly. After a few sessions I began to lose faith and decided to try the other one at the main hospital. That too did not last long. What they did was what I was doing at home - the warm/hot water bottle treatment. After a few months, it was getting better. Then one day on July 1, 2008, we had a reunion in Sibu. The next day we went up the Rejang River in a rented old luxury boat. With about 30 people crammed onboard, it was labouring up the mighty Rejang. It was keeping mostly to the middle of the huge river - a fatal mistake which almost cost some lives. Hardly half an hour later, the boat rammed into a sand bar in the middle of the river. It caught us off guard. Most of us who were sitting on the side of the boat were thrown off. Some were sprawled on the deck and others were thrown against the wall. I was on the upper deck with my grandson. He was thrown forward and if not for the raised floor, he would have gone through the opening and fell down to the lower deck. As for me, I was thrown against the railings at the opening. I was caught fully on the bad shoulder. It became swollen and the pain was excruciating. For the next one year I gave the shoulder a complete rest. No golf for me. Today, after a year, it has recovered by about 90%. That 10% seems to be very stubborn and there is no sign of complete recovery! I don't have the patience anymore. If it is not going to recover in the next one month, I'm going to a doctor to have it injected with pain killer. Anyone out there who have suffered the same illness and share your experiences to recovery?