Travel and Health

Some of you know the Saga of Stormier's Left Shoulder. Some of you have been characters in that drama. Well, it happened again. Dislocation. About exactly a year from the slingshot incident of last March at Robert's wake. Yep. Emergency Room. What was I doing this time that sent into World Of Mindstopping Pain?

Putting on my robe. --- Yeh, really. That's it. Fixing to feed the cats, get some coffee, get about the first Spring-like gorgeous day, and putting on my robe. Then, OUCH.

I'm off to see Hemingway's orthopedist here in a the near, and thence to some operation that will make this not happen anymore. After which, I will be able to: practice yoga with less worry (though I have to take myself out of class for now), and Swim! Which has been too scary with the Out At Will Shoulder. So, there's another reason I can't go to Texas soon here like I wanted. I'm ok, it doesn't hurt, just sore a little. But, on top of various suckage with friends in T (still sending love and care, gang), and my great-uncle on the skids of life in France, and now my own invalidism, I think I'll just hang here in the country, get an operation, and wait and see.

--- Love and kisses and peace, SB.