I’ve had to set aside my plan to heal myself from orthostatic hypotension because I have a more pressing problem at the moment. I really have had a bad year in the ailment department. First mono, then the blood pressure diagnosis, and now it’s a torn rotator cuff, a tear on another part of my shoulder, and to top it off, I have a frozen shoulder, too.
Have you ever had a nagging pain that just doesn’t go away? I got a cortisone shot on Monday and it hurt so bad I literally screamed and burst into tears. You know, just like an infant does when they get their shots. Nothing in my life has ever hurt as much as that shot. You heard me…not even the worst labor pains.
I start 6 to 8 weeks of physical therapy on Friday, with the hope that I won’t need surgery. I say let’s just get to it and get it fixed…I’m sure I’ll need a new liver after all of the medicine I’ve been taking. Wouldn’t having surgery on my shoulder be the lesser of the two evils? I don’t think new livers are very easy to come by.
I’m finally getting around to mailing Sharon’s (my bff) birthday present. So what if it’s four months late, right? That’s the reason she is my bff. She’ll understand. I wish she lived closer. However, if she did, I don’t know if we would still be friends because I would pester her to death and call her every five minutes.
Adrienne broke the mailbox key in half today. She breaks everything. One time she ripped the towel bar right off the wall. If something is in her hands, chances are when it leaves her hands it won’t be the same. But that’s okay…she is adorable, smart, funny, talented, and I love her. I only have her home for about 365 more days. Wow.
Erica is so excited because she will be a freshman with a ton of friends who are seniors. Plus, she’ll get to ride to school every day in her sister’s car. Nothing like being the cool girl on campus to make transitioning into high school a little easier.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this news on my blog, but I am finally an aunt. My little G has brought me so much joy. I won’t be posting much about him or posting any photos of him. He’s not my baby to put on the worldwide web. Let me just say that I have gotten a taste of what it must be like to be a grandparent. (He came along a little later in life…my brother (G’s dad) is 48.) I never thought I could love someone as much as I love Neil and my babies, but now I have G, too. He is delicious. I can’t get enough of him. He has me wrapped. I didn’t know he was missing until I found him.