Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Taking a Few of Blogging Days Off

Sunday, I went to Lowe's with mom and dad and Bonnie. While looking at gas grills, I somehow injured my right shoulder. It was a cute little grill for just $99 and the perfect size for my patio. When I went to close the lid, it was heavier than I expected and, so as not to make a scene, I somehow jammed my shoulder. The thing is, I wasn't even shopping for a grill. I don't even want a grill but, by God, I might go back and buy the bastard now just so I can get something out of this ordeal.

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
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousThu May 26, 04:59:00 AM 2005

    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

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  2. LaurieThu May 26, 06:56:00 AM 2005

    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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