I’m eighteen days out from my shoulder surgery (rotator cuff repair, capsular release, fracture repair and removal of bone spurs.) It’s time to throw common sense out the window and start typing and blogging again. (I can't find my discarded common sense but there is always more to waste.)
Don’t expect this to be a regular, long blog even though I’ve already typed three sentences (with abundant parenthesis) that might make sense while I'm strapped to an electric ice machine.
This informative piece of writing isn't a blog or a Tweet—it's a Bleet. (With super-abundant parenthesis.)
The surgery was quite successful. Thanks to my surgeon and physical therapist, my right arm and shoulder can be pulled, stretched and forced into positions they forgot they were ever in. Thanks to my medieval pulley system, I can torture myself in the comfort of my own home. Thanks to physical therapy, I can spend one and a half to three and a half hours a day rehabilitating. The bright side is it will only take a year to fully recover. It’s that easy!
My kitchen buzzer just rang...it's time for RJ to unstrap me from my fancy ice machine. (If I don't stop typing before my shoulder thaws, all you get is O*##! S*%*! I$ H***# L$#@ H@**! across the screen.
P.S. I blogged about my New York trip in My Bite of the Apple: Part One. I promised a part two and there will be a part two. (I'm pretty sure this is part two.)
P.S.S. No, I’m not taking narcotic painkillers. (Correction: one at bedtime.) No, I didn’t type this in the middle of the night.
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