Wilbur went tearing around
the house last night meowing at the top of his lungs for
no reason that I could discover. He leaped onto my
dresser and knocked the clock radio to the floor with a
loud crash that scared him so much he bolted out of the
room and down the stairs in less than 2 seconds. The
clock radio is now missing the knob to set the
time/alarm-time/function and the cover to the battery
backup compartment. It still works, so assuming I always
want to wake up at 7:30 AM to the radio and there's never
a power failure, I'm good 'til the fall time change
before I have to buy another clock radio. The odds of
there being no power failure between now and the fall
time change are slim to none, this being North Andover,
the home of power failures for no reason, along with its
being thunderstorm season and hurricane season about to
begin. Meanwhile, Wilbur has taken to hiding under the
couch.
Today's big outings were to the
physical therapist and then to the orthopedist. Oh joy. I
promised the physical therapist not to pass out this
time, unlike Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday was another one of
those days. I was doing one of the mobility exercises
where I'm supposed to control the weight as it lifts my
arm up. Well, I don't know if I did it too fast or wasn't
paying attention or what but all of a sudden it hurt like
hell. I turned white. I got sweaty and clammy. I started
to keel over. I asked for a glass of water and sat down
sipping it until the intense nausea passed. Needless to
say, I did not finish my exercises on Tuesday. I was
wicked careful today. Maybe too careful. Not getting the
range of motion I need. Anyway, the PT wrote a note to
the arthropod about how I still can't lift my arm and
there's this intense pain...
Later this same day...
The arthropod lifts my arm up and
says "Hold it there." As soon as he lets go, it drops
down several inches despite my best effort to hold it up
where he put it. It's not that it hurts. It doesn't. It
just doesn't work. "Rotator cuff" say he. Same thing the
PT said this morning. "Rotator cuff? I thought that only
happens to pitchers?" say I trying to see the humor in
this. He tells me all about how rotator cuff tears don't
only happen in "overhand sports". Frequently they happen
after trauma like a dislocated shoulder. So he orders an
MRI. Scheduling hijinks ensue. At least the northeast
storm predicted for this weekend is supposed to be over
by Sunday night, which is the time it finally gets
scheduled for. Now if the nurse would just logout of the
computer so the secretary can accept my co-payment
everything will be just hunky-dory.
At least I didn't faint.
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Today's Reading
The Natural History of Moray by Charles St. John,
Forbush and the Penguins by Graham Billing,
Village Japan by Malcolm Ritchie
This Year's Reading
2003
Book List
Today's Starting
Pitcher
John Burkett
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