Fam, for the past 6 months, I’ve been suffering from frozen shoulder, a funky, painful condition that rendered the movement of my left shoulder to a set point and limited its range of motion.
I had been living with it, favoring my shoulder to protect myself from the sharp, excruciating pain that would shoot through me if I moved too quickly or dared to reach past the threshold that my stuck shoulder would allow me.
In January, I finally went to a doctor, who officially diagnosed my condition. He prescribed me physical therapy, but basically said the best thing for me to do was what felt counterintuitive — Do stretching exercises and push past the pain to unfreeze my shoulder.
So, I took the little pamphlet he gave me, did the pedestrian exercises – which hurt like hell, at first – and started doing yoga again.
Slowly, my shoulder started improving and became slightly more flexible. But sudden movements still sent a pain so sharp through me that it would take my breath away.
Then, my Daddy passed away.
There’s a long, drawn out story about how he died that I’m not ready to share, but the long and short of it is this: My Daddy died March 4th 2019 at 8:33pm and my shoulder pain went away.
Thank you, Daddy. I haven’t even begun to mourn you yet. And I’ll never stop loving you.
Until we meet again…