So, I woke up in New York this morning barely able to move my shoulder. C'mon. Really?
My powers of deduction told me that it was from lifting (with D) C in her stroller up and down the subway stairs. A lot of times it's just easier than finding an elevator (if there is one) and even if you do find an elevator, you have to be able to hold your breath through the rancid urine smell of the elevators (sorry). The smell of stale urine alone could keep me from living in New York. It's rough.
After some Tylenol and moving it around throughout the day the shoulder felt better. I did think this morning though, "Did I really screw this up? Am I going to need to have a flipping shoulder surgery or something now?" I am hoping that by tomorrow it will feel mostly all better, but sometimes a night's sleep is what makes things feel worse.
Sometimes I think it's really not fair to have any additional hassles right now. I feel like I'm owed some really good luck or something. Then I have to remind myself that my condition is in a lot better place than some other peoples', so I AM the lucky one. Everything is relative I guess.
Shoulder aside, we had a good day. Maybe I'll manage to get some pictures up, but not tonight.
This reminds me of one time when I was going through chemo, and a woman in the chair opposite me was totally distraught. She was on her fourth round of chemo, feeling horrible, and had every reason to be distraught. But what had pushed her over the edge was that she had an ingrowing toenail that needed surgery. She could survive all the crappy cancer stuff, but as she said, ingrowing toenails were the last straw! So I hope your shoulder (and you) are feeling better now...
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