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I picked a really bad day to stop the pain medication I’ve been taking for my sore shoulder. Dear youngest son, why you gotta be such a good boy and bring your dad his belated Father’s Day gift of three gallons of ice cream?

Well, it’s hard to do a full victory stance with a frozen shoulder, but inside, I am screaming with excitement. Twenty yards of bark/compost mix delivered right to our front door, so to speak, just this morning. Let the beautification project continue.

That moment when you go sleep in the travel trailer on your driveway a) so you don’t wake up your husband flip-flopping all night trying to get comfortable (with your sore shoulder), and b) you pretend you’re camping deep in the woods since your camping plans with your friends got canceled.

I hate to say it, but I am the dahlia murderer. I’m sad that the only way I can enjoy these beautiful flowers returning year after year is via pictures.

Naturopath: CheckChiropractor: CheckMassage Therapist: CheckOncologist: CheckSurgical Oncologist: CheckPlastic Surgeon: Check Added this week:Urgent Care Physician: CheckPhysical Therapist: CheckOrthopedic Surgeon: Check How did I turn into this little old lady?! One would think that I was 103, not 53. Blech.

Nurse: “Lie down, put your left shoulder here, and I’m going to wedge this pillow under your right arm to keep you secure.”Me: “Okay.”Nurse: “The procedure will take approximately 20 minutes.”Me: “Okay.”Nurse: “Here’s a panic button in case you need it.”Me: “Okay.”Nurse: “Here we go.”Me: “Okay.” I close my eyes as I enter the MRI […]

Back in February, I hurt my left arm/shoulder playing volleyball. Because of COVID-19, I was unable to do anything about it until this month: Nurse: “We’ve scheduled your MRI for May 13.”Me: “Sweet.”Nurse: “I have a few screening questions.”Me: “Okay.”Nurse: “Have you been diagnosed with COVID?”Me: “No.”Nurse: “Do you have a cough or fever?”Me: “No.”Nurse: […]

Today, I put in over 9,000 steps cleaning up a section of our yard which consists of dead branches, large clumps of quack grass, and blackberry bushes. Halfway through my task—as I was walking toward our burn pile with a long stick—bunny parts fell from the sky. And no, I have not been drinking. The […]

I went shopping at Value Village today and bought a onesie for my 6’5″ son because he’s bonkers about the Seahawks. The only problem is, I tried it on when I got home and it barely fit me. (I’m 5’7″.) Looks like I have a new pair of pajamas.