Pain wimp that I am, the
first thing I asked the orthopedist was "How come I still
hurt?" Says he: "You dislocated your shoulder! It's only
been 2 weeks!" He's right. It only feels like I've been
cooped up for a year and a half. I've completely missed
spring, which is only about 15 minutes long around here.
The tree pollen is making my nose run and my eyes itch
but at least the mold spore count is low. The forsythia
is in bloom, but for some reason I'm not feeling my usual
joy at the return of yellow to the landscape. I thought
I'd enjoy being free to drive and free to attempt using
my arm, but I'm still pretty frustrated and bored.
I think I overdid it by driving up
to the cat shelter and then to Middle Street Foods to buy
the coffee formerly known as Fowle's. Poor Beethoven was
hunkered down like a gray lump in his cage coming out of
anesthesia after getting stitches! He was apparently in a
fight with Reebok (naturally) and a new dominant male
named Gavin. I feel badly for him. He was just starting
to come out of his lump like state before I hurt myself.
I had him playing with a cat toy and rolling over (yes, I
sang Roll Over Beethoven to him) and even rubbing
against my legs and purring. In fact the last time I was
there before my shoulder disaster, Beethoven walked right
up to me and rubbed against me when I came in. This was
unheard of behavior. I thought maybe he would get
interested in people and find himself a home. Of course,
it helped that Reebok was in quarantine for biting Mr. H
(a human) at the time. Sigh.
Meanwhile, I got my Visa bill and
discovered that the plumber charged me twice for the new
faucet, and I got a bill from the ER for over $3K for my
visit. OK, they can cut my shirt off but they can't reach
into my pants pocket for the insurance card? What's wrong
with this picture? So I called and explained that I do
have insurance I just couldn't produce the card from my
wallet with my arm hanging off me. They took the info and
claimed they would bill the insurance instead. Then I
called the plumber. The office staff there at first did
not believe me then offered a complicated explanation of
how charges don't go through from the field. I finally
got them to agree to fix it. Why do I feel like normal
adult life is a challenge?
At least I'm freed from the stay at
home sentence.
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Today's Reading
Newfoundland and its Untrodden Ways by John G.
Millais
This Year's Reading
2003
Book List
Today's Starting
Pitcher
Casey Fossum
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