Today is Saturday … We have an EMERGENCY blog!

Well I’ve finally done it. I’ve hit a new all time low in life.

As most of you are aware I have health “issues”… which I try to take care of as best I can. Which, if done properly will enable me to live a normal, healthy life.

And as you know I’ve started back to school.

So Wednesday or so I notice a little twinge in my left elbow (now we all know I’m left handed) so I figured “ah I must have done something”, but like every other ache and pain you have you schlep it off and keep going.

Thursday, it was still there, still achy. By Friday afternoon I couldn’t straighten my arm or bend my arm, so walking around I’m looking a little Quasimodo’ish. Not pretty.

Let me tell you ONE important rule of life, when you hit 50, EVERYTHING is starting to fall south! Your face, eyelids, chin, arms, knee caps, thighs…EVERYTHING… so to compensate you MUST have very good posture and smile a lot! With good posture and a smile you can pull off being Sixty! People will walk by and comment to friends…”look at that poor old woman…but she looks happy!”

So I’m doing the Quasimodo shuffle, holding my arm up at this gawd awful angle, not moving my left shoulder to compensate the non-movement of my left arm. I’m thinking to myself “this isn’t getting better is it?’ and I said back to myself, “No...No it isn’t”, so we decided to take our sorry ass to the emergency medical clinic in town.

Now I’m not one to run to the doctors every five minutes. I really need to be pretty bad to get me to go. (must be some family trait) but I decided I should go when getting into the car I couldn’t close my door OR put my seat belt on. Luckily my housemate was there. We did look pretty regal, him running around the other side of the car to close it, then getting into the passenger seat, reached around and pull the shoulder belt around and clipped me in. And off we went.

Once arriving I immediately started with the “it’s not really an emergency” … “it’s really not that bad” but they took X-Rays and after checking them out, determined I have Bursitis, WHERE DID I GET THAT?

When I got home I did a little internal investigation. Where/What could I have possibly done? And then it came to me – writing. I’m in a sling for 3-4 days, I’ve been issued pain killers, I’m suppose to ice it, heat it, rest it, stationary for 3-4 days. All from taking notes! This is the only thing I’ve been doing differently, Note taking.

So now mothers, keep an eye on your children, school has started, they will be around, alcohol, drugs, sex, and notes!