So I went to the Dr. yesterday for my now regularly scheduled 4-6 week visits to certify that I am still bat-shit crazy.
He asks how Iam doing, I say fine. I am still having the vivid dreams, but they are still on the pretty cool side of crazy, so I am not that concerned about them. They bad ones haven’t happened yet, but I know that they are out there and still coming. You know the ones I am talking about, the dreams where you wake up screaming, with your heart pounding out of your chest, and you being absolutely certain that the world is ending.
But so far, so good with not having any of those dreams.
We got around to talking about my shoulder that has been bothering me since this summer. I can lift laterally to the front, but not to the back, or to the side without pain. A lot of pain. So the Dr. takes hold of my arm and does the classic “does this hurt” stuff, and of course it does. A LOT!!!! He asks if I have ever had a cortisone shot, to which I answer not now, and not ever. He laughs and says, “Yeah they hurt like hell.”
I like a Dr. who isn’t going to tell you bullshit.
Anyhoooooooo. I am going for physical therapy on my arm now. All of those words above to tell you that. And The Princess tells me that she can do my PT for me as she had to do similar exercises for a waterpolo injury.
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