Last week, we stayed home, ate healthy home-cooked meals in, worked, and just sort of had an uneventful life. (So uneventful that I have no photos to post.)
I'm doing strength, stabilization, and PT exercises and my shoulder seems to be holding up okay. There are some new clicks and its obviously more loose, but it's not an emergency. I can do pushups and dips and have full range of motion with very little pain. I eased back in to running and got in 12 miles for the week. I'm comfortable that I can build back up to my previous mileage without too much trouble.
I looked at a local highly regarded sports medicine orthopedic surgical practice to find someone who specializes in dislocated shoulders and was shocked to recognize the name of my original surgeon from 20 years ago.
I had assumed he must have retired by now because I remember him being firmly in middle age. Turns out, 20 years ago, I thought someone in their mid 30s was older than they were. 20 years later, the surgeon is only in his mid fifties and still practicing.
Unfortunately, their clinic doesn't accept my current insurance. But, as the intake nurse made clear, I'm nowhere near as bad as I could be. She asked how often I was dislocating my shoulder, was it *every* *day*? YIKES. [Clarifying comment -- Eegads, no. Just the one time this year.] So, I'm still in pretty decent shape as these things go.
The current plan is to strengthen the arm back up, keep running, aim to get back into yoga and reach back out when I get an opportunity to change insurance. If I have to use a different surgeon, I will. But, ideally (fingers crossed and a quick prayer) nothing will force me to have surgery in the short term and the original artist will get another crack at his work.
Other than that, I finally deactivated my Facebook account. I downloaded all my data and confirmed that my browser isolation policy had kept me fairly clean on the unintended data collection side, but when I reviewed everything they had (52.7 MB, small by FB standards, but still a ton of data), I had a very strong sense that there is absolutely no reason a third party should have that much detailed data about my life.
A while back I'd considered terminating, but after evaluating it, I'd been staying on for 2 running groups, a tortoise club, and a book club, but with my shoulder issue turning me purely into an easy flat surface runner for the forseeable future, I figured the running groups were less likely to be useful, I confirmed with my book club that they'd keep me in the loop via email, and I decided I could just use YouTube for my tortoise fix.
My original thought was that I'd give it a month of deactivation and assuming nothing serious on the regrets side came up I'd formally delete my account. But, after a few days, I feel such a sense of relief. When I'd done the inventory of my own personal cost/benefit of using Facebook, I hadn't realized that it also made me feel an odd sense of obligation -- now that I'm free, I'm realizing that I felt like I *had* to look at and process a bunch of posts whenever I logged on. Subconsciously, I'm sure this is part of why I'd slowly been decreasing my FB logins over the last year or so (and I was never a super-frequent poster). I'm not sure where that feeling came from or what it was all about, but not having it feels great.