Cath, etc.

Cue Hallelujah Chorus

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Today is the day I get my life back.

Surgery on my shoulder will occur at high noon. Cue western whistle.

I wouldn't say that I'm necessarily giddy about it, because I will have to endure a different kind of pain in order to get said life back, but as surgeries go, this one's got some high hopes attached to it. Cue "High Hopes."

Here's an explanation of what's going to happen to me today. Cue dooms day "dun, dun, dunnnn."

If all goes well, I'll be in a sling for two weeks followed by a relatively quick rehabilitation. Cue happy crowd.

If the surgeon discovers tears which need repair, then I'm in a more elaborate sling for at least 4 weeks followed by a much more involved rehabilitation. Cue disappointed crowd.

So obviously we're hoping for no tears. Cue happy crowd once again.

The bottom line is that I am, eventually, going to be well again.

Which, after 6 1/2 months of pain and limited mobility has not been a known eventuality, and the greatest gift I could possibly be given on this day. Cue Hallelujah Chorus.

It All Begins Tomorrow

It is her last day living in the city of her birth.

Her belongings, now trimmed to the barest of essentials, are packed in her car, the bags and boxes strategically placed in order to maximize efficiency.

The notices have been given, the farewell luncheons have been shared, the good-byes have been said.

For there is an adventure awaiting her in Chicago. Her generous aunt and uncle have invited her to live and work with them in their Aveda salons.

And being 23 and unattached and ready for your life to begin, it's an un-pass-up-able opportunity bringing unforeseen horizons. A change-up that will bring new experiences and challenging chances that, by their very nature, can do nothing but inspire growth.

It is all ahead.

And it all begins tomorrow.

An Explanation & Some Fun News

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Long time, no see, Blogfriends!

As many of you may be aware, I've been nursing a pesky rotator cuff injury in my right shoulder that involves some calcium deposits that are refusing to reabsorb. After 5 months of physical therapy, a few X-rays, an MRI, and 3 procedures involving cortisone shots and a nasty lavage and aspiration, I'm finally going to see a surgeon next week.

I haven't been able to do much during that time because I am in constant pain. I mean, it's still difficult to chop vegetables and stir them in a pot. And my beloved gardening? Right out. Exercise? Fogeddaboudit. And not that I mind not being able to vacuum, but I'd give just about anything right now to suck the ever-living dirt right out of our many and varied, and somewhat neglected, carpets. (No offense to my trooper of a husband, Mark. He's picked up the slack on just about everything around here, not the least of which is our very large yard that is bull dozing its way into summer!)

And of course, computer time has had to be kept to a minimum. It's seriously all I can do to get my posting done for the Moxie Fab World. You know, my day job.

On a lighter note, I do have some fun news. I got an email a couple of weeks ago from Jane at The Mindful Word asking if she could reprint some of my articles. Here's the first. Maybe you remember that rant from August 2009? Well, funny thing is, it's still true today no matter what grocery store I'm in, even if it's 2,500 miles from where the rant began.

Thanks for hanging in there with me. I'll let you know what the surgeon says on Tuesday of next week.