Life often throws you a curve, and I'm wondering what I did to deserve this one. It just happened that the darn garbage can got me! It all happened last December just before Christmas. I slipped on a piece of ice while getting my garbage can in, and instead of letting it go I held on and it pulled my arm backwards. Doctors (sorry Mark) often believe that they know your body better than you do, so they put me through physical therapy, and shots before they would believe me that the only answer to my problem was surgery. Yup (Firth slang), I'm having that surgery on Tuesday to repair a ripped rotator cuff. This is the second time on the same arm so you see I know what I'm in for. It is a long recovery time, wearing a huge sling for six weeks, three months (at least) of physical therapy, and of course pain to deal with.Ronald called me today and I told him how scared I was. He said, "Well, then don't have it!" My reply (full of self pity) was that I couldn't live with a useless arm. "Well then," he exclaimed, "quite feeling sorry for yourself." It was a jolt back to reality. My fear has to be replaced by faith that everything will work out exactly the way it is suppose to be. I will be looking for some precious moments.
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