Today is the day I get my life back.
Surgery on my shoulder will occur at high noon. Cue western whistle.
I wouldn't say that I'm necessarily giddy about it, because I will have to endure a different kind of pain in order to get said life back, but as surgeries go, this one's got some high hopes attached to it. Cue "High Hopes."
Here's an explanation of what's going to happen to me today. Cue dooms day "dun, dun, dunnnn."
If all goes well, I'll be in a sling for two weeks followed by a relatively quick rehabilitation. Cue happy crowd.
If the surgeon discovers tears which need repair, then I'm in a more elaborate sling for at least 4 weeks followed by a much more involved rehabilitation. Cue disappointed crowd.
So obviously we're hoping for no tears. Cue happy crowd once again.
The bottom line is that I am, eventually, going to be well again.
Which, after 6 1/2 months of pain and limited mobility has not been a known eventuality, and the greatest gift I could possibly be given on this day. Cue Hallelujah Chorus.