Date night

It was going to be a nice little date for the Chairman and me.  We had an opportunity to go to the local ski hill on adult night which is always on Wednesday.  Normally, we have an uplifting evening.  But this week it is on Thursday.  So we went.  

First run went so nice.  The breeze blowing by us.  Lots of fresh, powdery snow under the slick skis.  We chatted again on the chair lift going up.  Then on the second run down.  My ski got caught on something.  Or not.  Or maybe I was just trying to do a criss-cross applesauce for fun.  Nonetheless, there was a yard sale. In skiing terms that means that there are various parts and pieces of your ski equipment left behind.  I just remember the split-second thought 'this isn't good'.  I reached way out to catch myself.  Ouch.  Big Ouchies!

Immediately I had terrible shoulder pain.  I slept fitfully.  I couldn't raise my arm at all in certain positions.  Lucky for me, Dr. Zhu (a highly attractive Asian orthopedist) had an opening right away.  X-rays confirmed no bone damage.  However, there is rotator cuff issues.  Pulled muscle.  Here's a sling for a few days.  Take lots of ibuprofen.  Start these exercises so your shoulder doesn't get stiff.  And see you in three weeks.  If it doesn't get better, we'll move on to MRI's and possible surgery (which I doubt will be the case).  Right before he left, he was ready to write out an 'excuse form' so I don't have to work for the rest of the week.  Silly me told him that I don't work.  What was I thinking???

I'd have shown you my lovely face, but my hair is dreadful.  Have you ever tried to comb it with one hand/arm?  It isn't pretty.  Nor am I.  So I'll go lick my wounds.  Or rather tend my shoulder.  And if I give you the stiff shoulder in the next few days, don't take it personally.  It's my problem, not yours.