My shoulder hurts like hell. The doctor says I have *traumatic bursitis*. Every trip to the bathroom its own little adventure in ergonomics. Driving my car is frighteningly suspenseful but manageable as long as I don’t use 5th gear and this mouse action is killing me.
Plus, the doctor put me on a pretty high dosage of Prednisone for the next five days and if I start having mood swings, I don’t want to run my mouth off on this blog and tell you people more than I want you to know. There’s plenty of archived stuff here to keep you guys busy for a few days.
I leave you with this quote:
- Anything can happen to me tomorrow, but at least nothing more can happen to me yesterday. Ashleigh Brilliant
2 comments:
Hi Dear, Is it the shoulder you hurt on the bus in Las Vegas? I remember the pain you had then and had to wait till we got home to see a doctor. Las Vegas is the last place you want Pain like that, can't play the slots. Get Well Soon. Mom
Mom - Same shoulder. Sorry I didn't call you but I knew you would want to trade cars and do my wash and dust my furniture...wait a minute...why DIDN'T I call you?
It's much better now!
In Vegas that time, I remember having to use my left arm to pull the arm on the slots and push the buttons and I remember someone at The Sands wanting to stamp my right hand for something and I couldn't get it up on the counter. Good times, good times.
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