The Truth

I’m pretty honest. Probably too honest, if you asked around.

Regardless, I’ll keep it real.

My right shoulder is killing me. And I’m in a perpetually bad mood because of it.

It hurts like hell. My range of motion is limited, it throbs when I’m sitting doing nothing, and taking my clothes off or putting them on is agony. Putting on a bra in the morning is torture.

I’ve never cursed so much in my life. Sudden movements drop me to the floor in pain. I just hurt ALL THE TIME.

I do live with an orthopedic surgeon, so he has examined me multiple times. I even got an MRI. At this point, I think he believes I am just being dramatic (maybe true), and I have accused him of being a sub-par physician (not true).

Honestly, I’m not living my best life. I am miserable, and I think I’m doing a good job of creating misery wherever I go.

So don’t mind this blog, and never mind the crusty look that has found permanent placement on my face. Don’t mind my snide remarks, my excuses, or my failings.

I know I need to rise to the occasion and tough through this with a smile, and maybe I will tomorrow. But today?

I just can’t.