Happening this week. Here in the Des Moines area.
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.
You may find me uncommonly wordless for several days. . . .