Impatience, thy name is Rachel

No kidding. When I want something, I want it now. None of this waiting for rewards. Uh-uh. NOW.

A few months ago, I hurt my right shoulder. Don't know how; don't remember doing anything I shouldn't have done. Just one day it hurt. My chiropractor adjusted it a couple times and gave me stretches to do that helped for a while. But lately it's gotten worse, so I have an appointment with our family doc, who, I'm sure, will tell me what he said the last time I hurt it: do the stretches and be patient; these things take time.

Ha! I've never been patient in my life, and I'm too old to start now. I want a magic pill or something -- and I know they exist. {Grinning here} A few years ago, I had surgery and the pain meds they gave me made me throw up, which was excruciatingly painful with a six-inch incision. The doc gave me a muscle relaxant instead. Honest to God, one minute I was dying, then the nurse injected the meds into my IV, and my next thought was, "I'm melting!" That was also my last thought for about six hours or so. Pure heaven!

Okay, so I'm a weenie. I don't like pain. I don't want to suffer one second longer than necessary. If I could predict when something was going to hurt, I'd take first-strike meds to stop it from even starting. Besides, it's my right shoulder, and I'm right-handed, so when typing gets to be painful, I can't even fall back on writing by hand. Guess I could buy a voice-recognition program, but I tried one of the early ones. It and I did not get along. Funny how it couldn't understand half of what I said, but every time I got frustrated and said, "No, no, stop writing, don't type that, damn it!" it got every word. I hear the new programs are lots better. I'm just hoping the doc has that magic pill so I don't have to find out for myself. Rachel9:24 AM