Ever since Fourth of July last year (and some overexertions on my part) my right shoulder has been a bit out of whack. I've given it time to heal on its own, done physical therapy, but it hasn't gotten better. An MRI and further diagnosis has shown that it's a tear in the cartilage on the backside of the joint, so tomorrow morning I'll be getting arthroscopic surgery to repair it.

Maybe a decade ago I had a couple of wisdom teeth removed; other than that I've never had any surgery before. After that procedure I was surprised at how violated I felt; something that had been part of my body my whole life was now irrevocably gone. This time it's repair (though presumably there will be a scar), so I don't expect I'll have the same feelings, but at this point all I can do is go with the flow and see how it all turns out. Afterwards I'll be doing physical therapy to get it back in shape; I intend to use this as motivation to be more proactive about my health in general. Anyway, it feels like a milestone of some sort.