Rehab

My shoulder is broken, and since regular exercise is an important part of my daily life, as I can't imagine my life without sports, and LifeTILT also can't exist without it, I will dedicate all my knowledge and energy in the near future to finding the best possible cure for my recovery. As with everything, you will also benefit from this, because if we look at the more popular lifestyle sites here in Hungary, we have to realize that they deal with post-injury rehabilitation very little, or not at all. But really, have you ever come across a post on any lifestyle site that offered useful advice related to recovery? Because I certainly haven't. And I honestly don't understand why not. Motivations and recipes are plentiful, the basic rules written a thousand times over, but rehab is nowhere to be found.

I'm not saying it's by my own will, but if life has dictated that I have no other choice, then in the coming weeks and months, I will focus LifeTILT's intellectual resources on rehabilitation, meaning I will write about these topics. But what does this actually mean?

It will be very simple.

If all goes well, I'll go for my final check-up next Monday, and if the bone hasn't moved, rehabilitation can begin.

If I really wanted to mess with myself, I'd go to a physiotherapist at a public hospital. Don't get me wrong. I'm quite sure that excellent physiotherapists work in public hospitals, I don't question their expertise, but somehow I don't feel like moving into the rehabilitation department of Péterffy Sándor Hospital with a Quechua tent and a week's worth of cold food, hoping to eventually get my turn.

And anyway. I've already had a forearm fracture, which I managed to get in 1998 during a football match. Back then, I went to the aforementioned Péterffy for physiotherapy, which to this day I remember as if I had visited a museum in the Dachau death camp. Terrible dilapidation, desperate conditions. So this isn't snobbery, or any special attitude, but if possible, I would skip this now and turn to the private sector instead of public hospitals.

I’ve been looking around for a while now to see who or which institution would be the most suitable, and after Monday, this search will likely become even more efficient, as in the coming days I will seek out the best rehabilitation specialists, physiotherapists, movement therapists, and generally everyone who can help me ensure that my recovery is not just seventy, or even less than seventy, percent. It would really suck if my recovery wasn't 100% after my rehabilitation, because after the vertebrae, the shoulders are one of our most important organs of movement, responsible for the movement and mobilization of all upper body muscle groups. There's almost no upper body exercise that doesn't require the shoulders.

I plan to document my recovery, I plan to write down what I learn from these aforementioned specialists here, so that not only my recovery is smooth and professionally sound, but also so that you can benefit from my story.

So, if a physiotherapist or anyone who can recommend a good specialist to me is reading this post now, don't hold back and contact me. Do contact me, because by doing so, you will not only help me, but through me, thousands of others.

And what has happened to me in the 3 weeks since my accident? I lay down as much as I could and tried to move as little as possible. I couldn't really go out either, because I literally couldn't put on my coat, which can be particularly tricky with the January sub-zero temperatures.

The 3 weeks of idleness and keeping my left arm still, of course, had their consequences. These consequences are clearly visible in the picture. I gained 4 kilos from doing nothing, my form disappeared, and what's most severe is that the muscles in my left arm have almost completely atrophied. It's terrible to see this. It's worth looking at the arm I'm holding the phone with; that's my healthy side. Look at my biceps on this arm and the other.

Tomorrow I'll find a tape measure and measure my biceps. I'm curious to see how much smaller it has gotten.

This is where we start; we'll see what happens. However, there's one thing I definitely want to note. Don't browse the internet searching for recovery times, because it will just make you lose heart. They say a fractured upper arm takes 6-8 months to recover. Well, that's something I'm not willing to accept.