Kids, my shoulder hurts. I've put it out.
That might not seem like much until I share with you the fact that I don't even HAVE a family doctor, that's how little I see a physician. Oh, I do the responsible Ob/GYN annual thang (sorry, gentlemen, TMI) but shoulders aren't her area of expertise.
In the meantime, I cannot turn a steering wheel, lift a chip to my mouth, or apply that mascara I bought 2 entries ago. I can't wear anything but a button-down, and when showering, I can't reach the other armpit. Imagine it: washing your left armpit with your left hand; I want to start making crazy chimpanzee noises and splitting open a banana.
Enough with the imagining, already. Times up!
Anyway, Blog Entries are bottle-necking in my head, and I'm taking notes with my left hand. Cross ya fingers that the doc will send me home with Ibuprofen, instead of an Rx for needles or knives.
Amen, miss ya, stay tuned, catch-ya-latah!