I'm more broken than you

[thatguy]

The sling comes off tomorrow

Is that a warning?

(Stay tuned for some Kung Fu trash talk!)

--tg

[Greg]

I am sling free. Now, starts the process of getting my shoulder to work again. I was given three new exercises to do daily. I also got an arm pulley that slips over a door. Good times ahead. Once again my progress is good.

[Greg]

"You know, we could have started with an easier exercise, but you seem to be doing all right" -- My Physical Therapist.

Thanks for nothing.

[Drunk Monk]

Excellant!

Heal strong!!!

[Greg]

I forgot to take my acetaminophen last night, my last pain medication. Seemed to work with no problem. I guess I am off the meds. Although I do get pain during the day from stretching exercises nothing rubbing a little dirt on won't cure.

[Greg]

Caution: Whining Incoming.

I'm sick of my shoulder. I've started doing the new exercise, bringing me to six total, and all it does is make my should hurt. There is a constant ache in there I do not appreciate. I don't know if that is a good thing. And some times I can't do the exercise as well as I did the day before. I do the exercises three times a day with sets of 20 of each exercises. I asked the physical therapist for when I should do them and she said to just kind of work them into your routine when you aren't doing anything else. I tried doing one where I slide my hand up the door jam every time I went to the bathroom, but I pee way too often for that to be pleasant.

Come on. It's been a whole week of the new exercises. Why aren't I healed?

I am thankful I don't have to dose with Valium before my PT appointments. Although, I am taking the acetaminophen before bed again. I was little premature in stopping.

[Greg]

Another exciting visit with the ever loquacious, Dr. Yu. Raise your arm. Move it to the side. Looks good. See you in six weeks. Don't lift anything above your head.

[Drunk Monk]

Well crap. I've cut my knuckles. A slash across my pinky and ring finger, proximal phlanges, on my right hand. Like I threw a bad punch. 

When the fuck did I do that? 

I hope no one got hurt.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Nite Cheez must be defended

[Greg]

We've got a bleeder!

[Drunk Monk]

I don't know if it bled. I remembe now how I must've got it. One of the inset drawers where I store clothes came out off its track and I must've done it when I was trying to re-insert it. I had to pull out the drawer above it because both drawers are over stuffed and the rail on one above bowed enough without the drawer to prevent the middle one from going back in. It was very frustrating and I surely cut it when I was sorting that.

[Greg]

Just had to fix the guides on The Queen's Ikea Knock-off dresser. All the screws had fallen out and the holes were too big to accept them. I hate going down to the ground because I can't use my left arm to push off to get back up again. It's humiliating. The only way to fix the holes was to go to the ground.

[Drunk Monk]

I hate going down to the ground because I can't use my left arm to push off to get back up again. It's humiliating. The only way to fix the holes was to go to the ground.

All fights go to the ground eventually.

My issue was really my fault, which is why I was so frustrated. My clothing drawers are way over stuffed, especially my top drawer which is all just T-shirts. I need to do a cull asap. I got way too many T-shirts. It's an addiction...

[Greg]

You might be addicted to addictions. You seem to have quite a few.

[Drunk Monk]

I can quit anytime. I just choose not to right now.