Three months ago, I checked on the kids’ chores, and once again, they shoved everything under the couch.
Being the brilliant person that I am, I picked up the couch (a leather recliner couch), in anger, and moved it about 3 feet forward.
Something in my shoulder made a really funny noise and it hurt … bad.
I lived with it.
And lived with it.
I thought it would get better. It didn’t. It throbbed and ached and if I moved my arm it would send a shot of pain through my shoulder.
Beggar’s night was the breaking point.
Christiano gravitates naturally to my right arm. His costume was a bit too long. He kept tripping. And pulling on my arm. Yanking it this way and that.
By the time I was done, I was done.
It hurt so bad.
And it didn’t ease up.
Yesterday I went to my doctor finally. We are scheduling an MRI.
I either pulled the tendons in my shoulder, in which case, I need physical therapy.
Or I tore the ligaments. That means surgery.
Either way, it is not a fun path I will be going down.
She gave me prednisone in the meantime to hopefully help with swelling.
Wish me luck.
This is not something that is fun to do when you have little kids.
Have a great day!
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