Thank Christ Monday Is Nearly Over

So I woke up this morning with an excruciating pain in my shoulder. I didn't feel it when I lay still, as in SLEEP. But as soon as I went to prop myself up to swing my legs over the edge of the bed, YOWWWWWWSSSSSERRRR!!!!!! And then something a little more colorful...my neighbors may think Henry has moved back in. No, it was my shoulder. Sigh...what now? I didn't have to work this morning, so that was a relief. I didn't know what struck my shoulder, but at least I had a few hours to find out what I could do. Some ibuprofen and I went back to bed to sleep it off. Well that didn't work. Sigh...now what? I was expecting someone to stop by to look at the treadmill. I needed to get showered and dressed...that was interesting...I couldn't raise my arm more than a few inches, so had to do everything one handed - wash my hair, do up my friggin bra, put on socks...amazing how much we depend on the use of both hands.

I finally get myself dressed, a few squeals and screams later, and I was out the door to the hospital to get my shoulder checked out. I couldn't get in to see my own doc until mid-December...So I had just cleaned off the car, wrangled my seat belt on (now isn't THAT a challenge, with just my right hand to use...). and started to pull out when my phone rang. It was the gal who wanted the treadmill...sigh. Ok, I agreed to wait for her, as she was just coming into town from another community, and the roads were bad. I believed that. The roads ARE shit. Anyhow...now I have to take off the seatbelt, unravel my long hair from the seatbelt as it rolls back into the car...

So I sell the treadmill, she carts it off (with little help from me and my bloody shoulder) and get back into the car, wrangle the damn seatbelt back on again, and it's off to the hospital I go, driving with one hand. Good thing it's my left shoulder...I drive a stick.

Of course, going to the emergency department of any hospital is never quick. Even in small town northern Canada, you can still waste hours and hours. I arrived at 11:45am. I didn't get seen until about 3:30pm. I was at least shown to a chair behind a curtain, so I could nap and drool in private...They took an x-ray (had to take my shirt and bra off...not EASY!) and before I knew it, handsome doc was telling me a tale of woe about my shoulder. Calcified tendonitis. Nothing serious, but painful as shit. Treat with ice and ibuprofen...damn, not even some good drugs to go with it. So back to the car, wrangle the seatbelt on, and off to work I go.

Two separate home visits, and a stop for supper, that's 6 more times I had to wrangle that God damn seatbelt on...I came home and all I wanted to do put on my pyjamas and put my hair in a pony tail...neither of which was easy, and I couldn't manage the ponytail first or last...dammit. Now I will be choking on my hair all night...or strangling in it.

Thank Christ Monday is nearly over...