Slingin' it all about

I've been asked if I have a broken arm, or if I hurt my arm riding a horse, or if I fell down.

I still have to wear the damn sling most of the time, although at home I am slowly spending time without it. It has gotten very old, let me tell you! I swear my shoulder muscles have gone on permanent hiatus to Mexico or some place south. And my tricep muscle has shrunk to the size of Wales (comparatively)... The province I live in is much larger than the whole of the UK, so Wales is pretty tiny.

Maybe I need a sling with a pictogram on it, so people would understand what happened. I've not yet found one that is appropriate, so I may end up designing my own. (Or not. It's just a thought.) I think I would pick a different colour, though. For some reason, purple comes to mind. But this will give you an idea of what I mean:

After the Labour Day holiday in September, I get to start physio therapy. I have "The Plan" as mapped out by my surgeon for the rehab. It will be slow going, but that's okay. I plan on taking however long it needs to get my shoulder back into the best shape it can be. And I am not going to rush it.

And because of that, because it still hurts like a bugger at times, aches a lot most of the rest of the time, and still wakes me up a lot at night (gee, I've been chronically sleep deprived in a really big way for seven months now!), I do go around and read all the blogs, but right now, I am not commenting much, simply because of the work involved. And I find myself doing too much (like right now, typing this out) and then I pay for it in pain later on.

So please bear with me while I muddle through this recovery period. I'm still here, I still go visiting, I just don't say much. I'm just a little on the quiet side at the moment.