Click, click, click, buzz. Let me sail, let me sail. Click, click, click, buzz. Let the Orinoco flow. I closed my eyes, tried to breathe normally, and let my body fall into a hypnotic sleep to the sounds of the MRI machine and Enya.
A few weeks on and a few weeks off of tennis turned into one week on and three weeks off. Each hitting session was followed by regret because of the pain, yet it still satisfied the love of the game. The sound of the shots, the smell of a fresh can of balls, and that winner that feels oh so good! Pain is only weakness leaving the body, right?
In my last blog, I was trying to be Miss Fitness in terms of body strengthening to help prevent other injuries. A few weeks after I wrote that, my shoulder took a crash and so did my workouts. As Chris and Spencer have been preparing for their upcoming doubles tournament, I figured I should start listening to my body and rest up so I could channel my own “Gotta Want It” and possibly play in Open Doubles with Danny Castro. Unfortunately, for the last weeks I still haven’t been able to sleep on my right shoulder. I finally succumbed to an MRI, and the conclusion, Rotator Cuff Disease. Not “injury,” but “disease.”
According to the specialist, my shoulder is anatomically built wrong so I will always have pain. Not only am I the size of some 12-year-old tennis players, my shoulder isn’t even built for the rotations of swinging a racquet! If this were Tennis Gattaca, I would’ve wished my parents pay extra for a little more height and a better anatomical make.
In my shoulder, I have tendinitis, bursitis, and small tears, which of course, with my wonderfully built shoulder structure are chronic problems I have to deal with. We all know how the nagging pain of those three injuries can be a nuisance to the game. For now, I just have to be careful and try to strengthen as much as I can. What to look forward to? Changing to a double handled racquet? Not quite yet, Battistone brothers! I’m going to rest my shoulder a bit more, strengthen my body (especially rotator cuff exercises), and hope I will never have to go under the knife.
For those of you who have advanced your injuries to the point of surgery or have already gone under the knife, I wish you luck for recovery as I can only imagine how that pain must feel. For love of the game, keep your hopes high and you’ll be experience the tennis bliss again.