Woke up Thursday with a pain in my shoulder — you know, the kind as if you've slept on it wrong. It only hurt when I turned my head, no biggie. On Friday, the day I turned 40, we giggled that it was all downhill from there.
On Monday when I woke up, I could barely move. Couldn't lift my arm higher than my shoulder; every move I made was excruciating. Couldn't lift a spoon, had to drink from a straw. Spent the day on the couch in agony, barely able to move.
Today, after a miserable night, woke up feeling just the same. Until I remembered that we might have held onto Maddie's post-surgery painkillers. They did the trick — took one this morning and was totally functional all day. The shoulder still hurts, but at least I can get by. Drove the car, did laundry, cooked dinner. The joy of the mundane.
But I am concerned about what this forebodes ... am I doomed to an enternity of aches and pains? Unexplained injuries? Minor ailments?
Four days into my 40s and already I'm an invalid. Where does it go from here?
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