I'm sorry that the hits keep coming, Connie.

I hate the idea of "Me Before You" as much as the next disabled person.(Probably not a good time to admit I read the book and it did kind of scratch some demented Love Story sweet spot that I didn't know I have. Sorry.) But for a whole week, my whole feed is just nothing but "No, this is the MOST EPIC TAKEDOWN EVAR!" Bored now.(Also, you'd think they offered Social Security cuts at the concession stand.) This will probably lead to live pickets at the theater, because we love an outmoded protest strategy with no clear goal like Taylor Swift loves bitching about her exes...more to the point, have pickets at the theater ever changed your mind? Sometimes I hate "my" movement.

With that one, I kind of think that protests like that will at least get some people to think about it when they hadn't before.

My sinuses are going insane. Ow.

Welcome to the Ohio River Valley.

When my sinuses get like this, it makes the muscles in my jaw and neck tense up, and that then extends to my shoulders and pulls my shoulder out of joint.

Oh, man. Sometimes I have a sinus headache turn into a migraine, but that's as far as it goes. Yours is varsity-level badness.

My shoulder doesn't get totally dislocated, but just pulled a little bit out of the socket, enough to hurt like hell. There's really practically nothing actually holding my left shoulder in place anymore, after dislocating it so many times that all the tendons around it are so stretched out, so pretty much any pressure around there will wiggle it out of place.

I suppose it is more meaningful than getting upset about the mister magoo movie.

I really need my arm in a sling. I know i have a sling, but I can't find it. I kind of rigged something up with a sweatshirt.