Shot Needles Hurt

Bow Tie o’ the Day gives us our white, red, and green plaid. Ties o’ the Day give us more of the basic Christmas icons. What I also see when I look at this photo is that my flaking nails need new nail polish.

I’ve recently scrounged up some Christmas-y nail polish colors. But let me just say this: Just a plain ol’, regular Christmas green was a difficult color to find in the world of nail polish I visited. I found everything from Fluorescent Green, to Alien Blood Green, to I’m-Gonna-Throw-Up-Face Green. But was there a nail polish color called “Just Plain Ol’ Christmas Green?” Nope. I got what greens I could find. The right reds were easy colors to locate.

Well, my little appointment this afternoon for the ultrasound on my shoulder went ok. On the ultrasound machine screen, my right rotator cuff looked gnarly from all sides. I mean– it was ugly, with a capital O-U-C-H. Shoulder surgery is most likely in my future, but not the really-near future. I’m trying cortisone shots before resorting to that. In fact, I got shot up right after the ultrasound. If my shoulder pain is going to improve because of the cortisone, I should know in a few days.

I’m trying to be hopeful, but when I got similar shots in my lower back a few years ago, they were not effective at all. Those shots did not touch my back pain one iota. The only way I knew I had gotten the shots was because I got the bills. But I tried what my then-doc suggested. And I’ll try what I need to try now. I follow doctors’ orders. Mostly.

In fact, you might find it impossible to believe but I am pretty much a rule-follower. I’m a straight arrow. I go with the flow. However, I also do my research, and I’m observant. I have a brain. I’m not a dope, and I’m not easily duped.

To follow rules and laws does not necessarily make you a lemming. It makes things work. For example, I might not like the new four-way stop they recently created over in the next block, but I want all drivers coming from all directions to follow the law and STOP when they are driving there. I prefer not to get t-boned.

On occasion, in the face of a specific rule and/or law, we do have to stand up and say, “Whoa! Uh-uh! Nope! That ain’t gonna happen!” It’s our obligation as people on the planet. I believe in sending reasoned messages when rules/laws encroach on human dignity and freedom. I believe in non-violent civil disobedience. I believe in safe protests. I believe in posters and signs and bumper stickers and banners. I believe in short-hand slogans on t-shirts. I believe in voting.

I also believe in thick-skin, and in not being offended by every bigly and little thing done by people whose bumper stickers (aka opinions) differ from mine. Facts are a different animal altogether. Facts are not debatable. I’ll call you on your “fake facts.” And I expect you to call me on mine. And I most certainly expect us to act like ladies and gentlemen while we do it.

HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 27 Bow ties. 71 Neckties.

If It’s Not One Ailment, It’s Another

Penguin Tie o’ the Day serves a much-needed purpose for me today.  It is a “cute” and understated tie, projecting a non-weird vibe for someone I am meeting for the first time. Sometimes it is of utmost importance to proceed under the radar a bit.

This morning I had my initial appointment with my shoulder specialist. You don’t want your fashion to be too loud when you meet someone important who has no idea about your tie issues– especially when that person might eventually be cutting you open with a scalpel. You want your surgeon to be comfortable getting to know you. And then, after you are chattin’ pals, you can unveil your authentic tie self. You can get out your clash fashion. You can wear your bigly butterfly bow ties to future appointments. You can skip into the doc’s office in one of your eye-popping capes. I can’t wait!

Anyhoo… At my initial appointment this morning, I had a series of X-rays done. Dr. Hugh (not his real name) talked me through the X-rays, none of which made any sense to me. Fast forward to the bottom line:  The rotator cuff in my right shoulder is toast. So far, that’s all we know for sure. I go back for an ultrasound in a couple of hours.

I know you are all hoping I won’t have to have another surgery, because you know I’ll tell you every annoying detail of the operation and the recovery. And I know we’ve all had enough of that kind of blah, blah, blah this year.

I could promise you right now that if I have to go under the sharp knife again, I won’t bore you with details. But I won’t promise any such thing. I know who I am. I know what I can and can’t change about myself. And I can’t change the fact that I write about whatever’s going on with me, no matter how hair-raising, death-defying, humdrum, or unbelievable. It’s how I roll. Sorry, folks.

HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 26 Bow ties. 68 Neckties.