So, next Wednesday I have my very first surgery. Went to the doc to have him look at my right shoulder, which has become fussy. Turns out there's a cyst in the end of my clavicle (which I always think of as a musical instrument, because Well-Tempered Clavichord comes to mind) and he's going in to clean it out. We were doing range of motion tests, and he said, "Now put your right hand behind your back and see if that hurts." I'm not in the habit of putting my hands behind my back, so I tried and was startled to discover I couldn't.
Looking at the X-rays was amusing. He looks at the view from the top and says, "No arthritis, it looks like a good joint," then flips screens. "Or not," when he sees the end of the collarbone.
So he goes in next week with a scope to debride the area (I think), I take off a couple of days, and the week after I'm good for work with limitations on lifting for a while. This time Hubby has to sit in the waiting room. I'm more worried for him than for me, even though I hate the idea of someone poking new holes and instruments into my person.
Oh, Connie. Good luck. {{}}
I'm about to send the "our mutual friend A. thinks it's a good idea for us to reproduce date. State your feeding spot and opinions regarding serial comma and coriander", but then remembered that tact could come handy. Has, ahem, anybody got some? I'm shitty with this whole "being delicate" thing. I'm finding it much more comfortable being me, instead.
New people. I'm so good with scaring them away, I almost never think on how making 'em want to stay.
Hey, anyone want to buy MY (town)house? I need to sell it so I can move to New Orleans and open up a brewpub.
Love to (except for the you leaving Salem part) but I don't think I have the upfront money at this point.
I hope it goes smoothly, Connie. I like your doc from what you say about him. Waiting~ma for your Hubby.
Nora if you are serious about the brewpub, I can hook you up with the Freret St. Festival organizers - small business owners group, basically, and some of my favorite people.
tact ... that's the thing you hit with a hammer, right?
Shit. A whole bunch more people just got laid off at my school (some really talented teachers), and it's looking like if I stay I may end up with no New Faculty position because there will BE no new faculty...and not only a full load of classes again, but our courseload may be going from 4 to 5. I seriously need to find another job, and they are hard to come by right now.
tact ... that's the thing you hit with a hammer, right?
Everything I write down hits that hammer.
On the other hand, I love being the one that's asking the guy out. Didn't know how much.
surgery ma~~~ and DH ma~~~for you connie.
Restaurants are hard, but i think you could do it , Nora
and yay meara!
Och, Pix. (Not "ouch" - the Jewish "och!").
~mas.
surgery ma~~~ and DH ma~~~for you connie
This.
Also, YAY meara! Sorry my gloom made me forget to say that.
