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Sep. 30th, 2015 10:06 amCortisone works. Two shots on each side, into the glenohumeral and subacromial spaces. The left subacromial space Did Not Like having a needle stuck in it, which is not a shock because that's where the inflammation is worst. I treated myself to half of a leftover peanut butter cookie when I got back to the office, since they don't give you lollipops for being brave when you're 40.
I woke up this morning, rolled over, turned the alarm clock off and hauled myself up on one elbow before I realized that none of that had hurt. Yesterday morning I would have winced when I stretched out to turn off the alarm and thought hauling myself up on my elbow was a bad idea. But the best thing was, today is as humid as it gets (it's absolutely pouring rain), which usually means my left shoulder Ain't Happy, and it was only stiff. I got dressed without whimpering for the first time in months. I could cry.
Speaking of crying (and pouring rain), if this keeps up, we won't need rain so much by the end of the day. I decided to wear black pants today, so it isn't obvious that I'm drenched from the knees down. At least it's warm rain, for now. It'll probably be cold rain by the time I get out of chorus rehearsal tonight, but that'll teach me to wear short sleeves in New England in almost-October when the morning temperature is 73.
Today is St. Jerome's Day. St. Jerome is the patron saint of translators, and I'm always a little sad when I spend another St. Jerome's Day not doing any translating. But at least I mostly like my current job. I have to figure out how to stop maxing out my saved-up vacation, though.
I woke up this morning, rolled over, turned the alarm clock off and hauled myself up on one elbow before I realized that none of that had hurt. Yesterday morning I would have winced when I stretched out to turn off the alarm and thought hauling myself up on my elbow was a bad idea. But the best thing was, today is as humid as it gets (it's absolutely pouring rain), which usually means my left shoulder Ain't Happy, and it was only stiff. I got dressed without whimpering for the first time in months. I could cry.
Speaking of crying (and pouring rain), if this keeps up, we won't need rain so much by the end of the day. I decided to wear black pants today, so it isn't obvious that I'm drenched from the knees down. At least it's warm rain, for now. It'll probably be cold rain by the time I get out of chorus rehearsal tonight, but that'll teach me to wear short sleeves in New England in almost-October when the morning temperature is 73.
Today is St. Jerome's Day. St. Jerome is the patron saint of translators, and I'm always a little sad when I spend another St. Jerome's Day not doing any translating. But at least I mostly like my current job. I have to figure out how to stop maxing out my saved-up vacation, though.
