It is self-evident truth that any new endeavor will be met with an interruption equal to or greater than the endeavor, thereby creating friction which will result in a failure to sustain momentum. Which is what all Physics textbooks should say if they were really any good.
So, I started my blog, wherein I would indulge my own personal version of crankiness, and developed a problem with my right foot and later injured my left shoulder...which just goes to show the essential balance in nature, seeing as how I had pain on both sides of my body. SO I did what any busy adult would do, I put up with it all and kept going. I used painkillers (the OTC kind until a doctor gave me some anti-inflammatory ones). *Note: pain killers don't actually kill pain, they just confuse the pain for 4-6 hours after which the pain remembers how much it doesn't like you, your foot, or you shoulder and rouses itself with a vengeance.*
In all fairness, this did ramp up my crankiness, but not my desire to write about it...
so...after months of limping and holding my arm clamped against my side...I went to two specialists (because you can't see just one, shoulder and foot being so totally not the same thing). Both had the same amazing treatment plan: cortisone shots. I don't do needles. Seriously. No needles. Well, at a more basic level I just don't do pain--ok ok the foot hurt, the shoulder hurt, what I mean here is INFLICTED pain, as in pain doctors think is good for you--and since needles and pain have a disturbingly co-dependent relationship, I avoid both. Which I expressed in the most eloquent and firmest of terms.
NO needles, I shrieked.
I must have made my point because the foot doctor wrapped my foot to relieve the pressure and the shoulder doctor sent me to a physical therapist.
which involves a whole other brand of pain...
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