If you show me a big pile of horse shit, I would likely be the last person on the face of the earth to visualize a pony. I have never quite caught the idea of using my smile as an umbrella. When life hands me lemons, I generally make a sour face.
Etc.
So I'm a little weirded out by my muted reaction to the MRI results. I do have a torn rotator cuff, and it's almost certainly going to involve some serious embroidery, and it will be a pain in the ass. A painful pain in the ass.
But I guess I'm relieved that it's something, and that I'm not hallucinating the pain. Whew.
Anyway, I'll know more next week. I just hope we can set something up quick before my health insurance split goes from 90/10 to 80/20. Or from 80/20 to 50/50. Or whatever the jackals think they can get away with charging.
Very good article by a distant cousin of mine:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/12/08/AR2007120801526.html
And -- drum roll -- people are actually buying the chicken eggs. At $3.69/dozen. I guess it's a low price for cage-free, organic green eggs. But the folks at the market seem very pleased. I took them eight dozen on Friday, and they'd sold six dozen by Sunday.
Dreary weather here. Ice was falling this morning. Heavy crust of the stuff on everything. Yuck. Ick. Gross.
Off to whinge some more about my shoulder.
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"Very good article by a distant cousin of mine:"
Dan? Uncle or cousin?
Believe it's a distant, distant cousin. His wife, June, is a Burrage from Martins Mill, TX, and I believe either my great-grandmom (Micki) or a half-relation of hers was a Burrage.
Sorry to go into full Southern-speak on you, there.
Anyway, Dan went to Paschal with my uncle - Dad was a few years behind them both, I believe.
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