Light typing is now allowed; however, I'm still sling bound and feeling like an elephant with a broken snout. Our attempt to escape to the ocean for a week of R&R was a bust -- the weather was cold, gray and windy. We couldn't get warm. On top of it all, John's cough is turning into a three week affair and I caught it. What a way to spend a birthday! After one night, we bagged it and drove home to blue skies and a cozy fireplace.
I've got six little stitches scattered about the shoulder. Swelling is minimal but the shoulder reminds me of a lamb roast after John's plugged it with garlic cloves and spinkled it with rosemary. Am trying to stay off the "dizzy" drugs, but had to return to them last night. My expectations about "getting back to normal" have been somewhat unrealistic. John just rolls his eyes when I complain that the sling is getting in my way.
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