Thursday, September 25, 2014

Don't Read This - Too Much Complaining

Too quiet in here?

<crickets chirping>


<even the crickets are quiet.>

Bear with me. I'm hurt. I fell off my bike and hurt my shoulder. I got a big bruise on my leg that's purple, yellow, and green. It was heart-shaped until I walked around on it too much and it grew. Sometimes I think I should get a tattoo, but then I look at how my leg looks with these pretty colors and I realize that it would be a bad idea. My lumpy legs will never look good with a tattoo, even if it is heart-shaped.

I've gone to the doctor three times since last Friday. Finally, I had Mike look at my back under my shirt. There's something there, a strange rash that not one of the doctors caught when they 'examined' me. You'd think that at least one of the three would have looked under my shirt to find a strange rash that accompanied burning and itching there when I complained.

The big problem is that I can't raise my right arm. It hurts to have it high enough to type. At least the second doctor took an X-ray and he saw a zig-zag in my bone and a little shard floating out there. I don't like having floating bone shards or zig-zags where straight lines should be. He said I needed an MRI. That was Monday. This is almost Thursday. Why does it take so long to get an MRI? I'm just complaining because I can't use my right hand. Oh yes, I can write with my left if I go very slowly, and some of my letters come out backward like in kindergarten. I have trouble opening cans and with the way I feel, that's mostly what we're eating, stuff from cans. Chopping fresh vegetables? No way. It's not safe to be in the kitchen with me when I have a knife in my left hand. Mike is doing a lot of the cooking anyway. Still comes from cans with him. It hurts to carry a bag of groceries in my left hand when it's very heavy and I have to use muscles in both shoulders to heave it.

So, Mike is doing the shopping too. Besides, I'm too dizzy to drive. I almost hit the counter the other morning. That might have tattooed me with more pretty colors. Might have been the drugs the doctors prescribed. I don't like these drugs. I feel drugged. I hate feeling drugged. So I stopped taking them today. I'm back to Aleve, Tylenol, and ice. Much safer. My pharmacist said that one of the drugs can damage my kidneys if I take it for more than five days in a row. Neither the second or third doctors seemed to have much to say about that when I asked them.

I've been watching too much TV. I'm bored. Nova specials on Amazon Prime have been saving me. Mars, robotic cars, tornadoes, fractals. I love that stuff even when I'm dizzy. I finished reading three books last week. I reread the same paragraphs this week when I was on all the crazy pain meds, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxants. They made me fall asleep two or three times during one Nova special. I'm so bored, I'm sitting here typing even though it makes my shoulder ping and zing as my fingers move. Better stop.

I'm a mess. I fell down. No, I didn't break my hip. Yes, I can get up.

Thank you for listening, jb


  1. I am so sorry about this..I have been too lazy to visit blogs lately so I had no idea that you had hurt yourself bad.I hope its going to be better soon..
    Rest and read a lot :) Best wishes

    1. Thank you Arti. I am reading a lot. I have a baby bunny in my yard that looks like one of yours. My dog won't chase him because he won't run. I'm trying to distract myself while I wait. Your artwork helps, you know.