Check

Anti - inflammatory. Check.

Anti - nausea. Check.

Anti - constipation. Check.

Antacid. Check.

Anti - pain. Check.

Anti - PAIN. Check.

Anti - aircraft. Antidisestablishmentarianism.

 I just threw in the last two to see if you were paying attention.

Sling. Check.

Reclining chair. Maybe.

Ice Machine. Not yet.

Is the cure worse than the disease?

Winter, spring, summer, fall. All I had to do was fall. And I'd be here....

One month before I can do this. Three before that. And six for the other.

Surgery now in seven days and counting. Step by step and inch by inch. Time crawling on its hand and knees to the cutting room floor.

Seven part questionnaire. On a tablet. "When was the last time you kicked the dog" seemingly the only question not posed.  I felt more pressure to get the right responses than on the S.A.T.

"Can you lift a five pound weight above your shoulder?" If I could, I wouldn't be answering these damn inquiries. 

This pre-op test, plus that one and another. This doctor telling that one I am healthy enough to withstand the slings and arrows.

I wonder if I would be better off just living with one good arm and one that aches at night and doesn't work great during the day. The alternative presented is, let me emphasize, certainly far from appetizing.

But I must swallow my medicine (lots of it) and take the fall (figuratively, this time).  

Line up those pills and hand me the remote.  

Anti - anxiety. 

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