Monday night I left work, drove home and cooked dinner with an increasingly painful shoulder. By 8;30 that night I couldn't lift my arm and went to bed on the Mersyndol and then later woke in so much pain I was completely unable to move without yelling out and in desperation I took an oxycodone at 1:30am and then kind of passed out the rest of the night. Hubby had to help me dress in the morning so I could go to the physio who was worried I'd torn some tendon or ligament in my shoulder because my arm was basically frozen. She treated it a little and strapped it up and gave me the rest of the week off with a warning that if it didn't improve I would need surgery basically immediately because the longer you leave it the less likely a good result! :O Thankfully though, I woke up today with less pain and the ability to at least pull up my own knickers, so I'm assuming it will improve from here. Still it was a bit of a shocker.