Already bionic, now even more so.
That top tendon was probably tearing over several years. A cortisone shot in November didn’t faze the pain. Even when I’d shake hands with someone, shocks ran through my arm. Much of the time I could find no relief from that awful ache, except when unconscious. Wore shawls and capes–no sleeves to struggle into.
Amazing things they can do these days. This orthopedic center’s motto: Helping You Get Back to Living.
I like that.
I told them I’m only 75, just published my first book, have two more to go, and am not ready to give up. . . .
*Fearfully and wonderfully made, but sometimes there are breakdowns. They called it a “farmer shoulder” but I haven’t tossed any bales of hay for decades.
Blog posts (Monday, Wednesday, Friday–as usual) are already scheduled through February (Danny Wilson was MIA in Europe 75 years ago this month so will commemorate that). My right hand and fingers will swell so I may not be doing much interaction with feedback (my favorite part).
You may find me uncommonly wordless for several days. . . .