If it ain’t roaches, it’s piss-ants!
It’s an old Wheeler family expression, but WAY too true!
Bobby has been doing fairly well. Margaret got to go to the beach. Then Bobby fell and broke his femur, requiring surgery and rehab.
John’s got the good news that his lung cancer is in remission. The same day he fell down in the driveway and sprained his ankle.
Jean has had some major changes in her life.
My left shoulder (the one with the reverse prosthesis) is doing fairly well. The right “shoulder” problem is another matter. When the doc walks back in the treatment room, looks at your cervical spine x-rays, and says, “Oooh! I figured it was bad, but not this bad.”, it is NOT good news. Two of the vertebrae are already fused and somewhat twisted, another is subluxed (slipped) over its neighbor, and the next words out of his mouth are “surgery”, and “Do you have a spine doctor?” Well, shit!
He told me not to see a chiropracter, but that it was okay to go to the massage therapist (thank heavens!). And the dear man did prescribe me a cortisone dose-pack for some immediate pain relief. So I came home, got on the phone, and now have an appointment with a spine surgeon next week.
Sighhhhhh
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