Apparently ignoring pain doesn’t make it go away. Who knew?
In other potentially unrelated news I’ve screwed up my shoulder so badly that the doctor can’t even say what’s wrong with it until the inflammation goes down.
The prescription is ice and rest. And according to Andre (which is usually frustratingly correct) rest means not using my arm even when he’s not around to enforce the doctor’s orders.
PS. I have no idea how I managed to hurt myself this time. (Yesterday’s wood chopping picture was from months ago.) Random injuries seem to be one of the gifts from the getting old fairy. Bitch.
I’m going to assume there is a magical fairy at fault for basically everything I can’t explain or refuse to accept including calculus, random injuries as I get older and how fish oil can be good for me when fish makes me want to yak. So I’m also going to assume that each of those fairies has a price. What do you suppose the fairies take as bribes? Like in order for the fish fairy to make fish taste less horrible I bet she would want some sort of aquatic reward…like buying several gold fish and then managing to keep them alive for more than three days. Happy writing.