My right shoulder has been killing me for about 2 weeks now. It started when my dog, Kaleb, decided it would be fun to chase a squirrel while I was walking him. He ran off and nearly pulled my arm off. I didn't think much of it at first - I even played a game in goal the following Sunday.
This past Friday while at work - the pain suddenly became unbearable. I suffered through it and even went out for my friend Dan's birthday. Nothing like beer to fix your pain, right? Wrong. By Saturday, I couldn't lift my arm above my head and I finally saw the doctor today. Prognosis? It's my rotator cuff. It's not torn, but it is damaged. I'm looking at a month's worth of rehab now.
Good times.
