I have two, count 'em, two doctor's visits today. Bocoun first, for the right hand, elbow, and shoulder. Taylor second for the left hand, wrist, and generally a waste of time because my hand on THAT side is fine and dandy.
I'm coming home with lots and lots of medication! Yay!
I am currently in the middle of some sort of Dracula poem that dragged me out of bed this morning. It kept nagging me to get up and write it down, and the call of the "write me" got me up before I could even see straight this morning.
Gotta go feed the dog and write more if I can,
Ta,
Bec
Post-Doctors: Bocoun has signed moi up for an MRI (apparently clicking in a shoulder joint is bad. Who knew?) and Taylor is probably hoping never to see me again as that would be a bad thing for me. I am doing well in my wrist recovery enough that I don't need to see him again.
Then Mom, Dad, and me ate like kings/Vikings/pigs/Romans on a binge. I had octopus; it was okay (Mom dared me to eat it; far be it from ME not to rise to the challenge.)
Then we came home. My shoulder's killing me; I'm going to take a shower and try and ease this thing.
Ta,
Bec
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