Scary diagnostic medical image - bad feeling to look at
I spent much of yesterday at Franklin again – my orthopedic specialist told me he didn’t think I will need surgery. He did say that if I find myself in the same kind of pain I had previously, he’ll want to “scope it and clean it out,” referring to the bone spurring on the acromium. He also said he wouldn’t re-inject the shoulder with cortisone because a) if the pain returns, cortisone would clearly not be the step to take in addressing the problem, and b) my reaction to the cortisone injection earlier this month contraindicates the substance’s further use. The doctor prescribed a muscle relaxant and physical therapy for residual trapezius (sp?) pain. Hopefully I won’t get addicted. “Don’t drive after you’ve taken (the medication),” the doctor said, “It will either make you goofy or somnolent.” I was glad I had the sense to take snacks, because my 10:00 am appointment got me seen by around noon, and then a long drive home.
Back home, I folded laundry, ate a sandwich.
Caution-Lady’s parents arrived while I was folding towels. When CL and Seventy-Six arrived, we left the little baboon with his grandparents and went to our appointment with the tax accountant.
After that, out to dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. I ate too much. Way too much. Then tried to comment about it on Facebook and erred typographically, finally gave up and went to bed.
He won't be a hungry baby after eating some of this cake
Today it’s back to the happy place, then, after work, back home to clean and decorate for tomorrow’s big party with invited guests to celebrate Seventy-Six’s first year out of the womb. He’ll be thrilled. He already knows, because he’s a baby, that everything that happens is all about him, anyway.
The other thing we’re doing this evening is going back with my father-in-law to have another look at the house we walked through Tuesday. Will look at utility bills, run the faucets, flush the toilets, try to open windows, and so forth. Caution-Lady, who’s not impressed with anything, described this house as her “dream house.” Of course, it has a dream house price tag, and it remains to be seen whether that can be negotiated.
Sunday? Probably to church. I like our church.
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