I give up. I made an appointment for my shoulder. Trying to avoid going to the "doctor" that I dislike so much, I have been waiting patiently for my O'Bama insurance card to arrive. But, I find myself unable to escape the constant pain. Sitting, standing, or lying down I can't seem to get into a position that is without pain. Miserable describes me perfectly.
I fiddle around and manage to accomplish a few things, but nothing significant. I want to be doing something, anything. I have treated myself to a Rehab Addict marathon today. I just love her! She doesn't smash perfectly good stuff to renovate. And .... she saves everything and finds new uses for the stuff. The bad part about watching this she is that it motivates me to do stuff. And I can't.
Time for more Ibuprofen. Woe is me, woe is me. I am not a good patient.