So, I done gone and dislocated my right shoulder. I spent a few hours in a Chicago ER crying and writhing in pain–totally being ignored by ‘the best health care in the world.’ Not good. After a fentanyl drip, two batches of x-rays and being “out” when the docs jammed my shoulder back where it belongs, I finally went home. You’d think that would be it, but NO. It wasn’t until after I got home some 6 hours after I was wheeled into the busy ER, that I realized my left arm was seriously injured (have a bruise that looks like an eggplant), and I had contracted a nasty case of frost bite….yes, FROST BITE.. on my left hand.
Frost bite? Where am I? Mt. Everest?
Over the next few days, the shoulder pain turned into to a dull ache, and the pain of the frost bite and bruised arm came roaring in. Sure, I had good drugs, but I can’t handle the strong stuff. Hey, I have a hard enough time maintaining control of all four limbs without big pharma..why would I want to dull my senses and possibly bust my noggin?
While it is better, I am treating myself to an MRI on Friday, so when I meet with my bone doc next week, I’ll know if surgery is the answer or a bionic arm.
I’m going for the bionic arm because fuck yeah.
On with the show.
2) While we’re on the subject of tennis, I’d be happy to de-crampify either of these gentlemen’s asses should they start to feel the heat down there.
Even when Rafa’s picking his seat, it’s still sexy.
3) Folks, we gotta figure out a way to keep society from sliding down Crap Mountain.
Sadly, this ain’t helping.
No, no they don’t. Men don’t want to wear something that’ll make them look like a Ken doll.
Unless you’re running down the … No. No. These aren’t appropriate ever.
4) She’s my idol.
She rolls hard. With a tiara.
5) Here’s some food for thought: If an owl was really attacking you, you’d know it.
Bored owls are fun owls!