Well I hate to put a damper on your Monday morning with this news, but I’m pretty sure I have bursitis in my right shoulder. It’s either that or I have somehow aggravated my rotator cuff. I know this because I just spent five minutes on WebMD after I googled “My shoulder hurts. Why?”
The bigger question may be why I didn’t just google, “Why does my shoulder hurt?”
Whatever. The bottom line is I have a shoulder problem. In fact, I have woken up around 4:30 a.m. every night for the last week because my shoulder hurts so bad.
So after my extensive research on Google a few minutes ago, I informed P, “I have bursitis in my shoulder. Or maybe a rotator cuff injury.” And he looked at me blankly for a minute before he replied, “Or maybe you just slept on it wrong.”
“What? Slept on it wrong? But it’s been bothering me for a week. Like waking me up at night.”
P said, “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. You’re sleeping on it wrong.”
“How do you know I haven’t incurred some sort of injury?”
“From what?” P asked.
“Um. Smart Barre. I felt something pull when I lifted those three pound weights the other day.”
And then he just shrugged his healthy shoulders and said, “Or you slept on it wrong.”
I feel like my malady isn’t getting the respect it deserves from anyone except WebMD. And the worst is yet to come because I’m a little afraid it’s going to hurt to blow-dry my hair and I’ll have to resort to sleeping in sponge rollers or something. Or maybe a sock bun.
Anyway, other than my shoulder, there’s not much to tell from this weekend other than that it was awesome because it was so low-key and involved a lot of relaxing and staying in pjs.
On Friday night, P headed to the ranch for the evening and Caroline and I went to eat Italian food with Mimi and Bops. Normally we do Mexican food, but Caroline doesn’t love Mexican food like we do and requested Italian. I know. I don’t understand either, but she’s ten and I’m hoping she’ll grow out of it.
And while we’re talking about Italian food (because we technically are) I made a discovery last week. It’s something I’ve long suspected, but now I know for sure. I met a friend at a Greek restaurant here in town and I have confirmed that I do not really care for Greek food. I also don’t enjoy Indian food. I’ve decided that the problem is the various spices. They’re too strong for me and it’s like I can’t really enjoy my food because the smell is stronger than the taste. Does that make sense to anyone but me?
Apparently I am an American through and through. With a sophisticated palate that enjoys Popeye’s fried chicken but not a gyro.
(This same phenomenon also occurs with certain seafood dishes. I enjoy the fish as long as it doesn’t really smell like fish.)
Saturday morning we slept in and spent the morning drinking coffee, watching Gameday and just hanging out until it was time to head to Gulley’s house to watch the Aggies play Mississippi State. I’m happy to say that we pulled it out, but I still have some questions and concerns about our defense. Especially in light of the fact that our last two games are against LSU and Missouri. It’s a good thing I kept my lucky Aggie Football sweatshirt.
And then we woke up for church Sunday morning. Actually, my shoulder woke me up. (I don’t know if I mentioned that it’s been bothering me.) We went to church, picked up breakfast tacos, and rested until it was time for Caroline’s last soccer game of the season at 2:00.
After the game we came home and I showered and put on my pajamas because I felt like it was the middle of the night only to realize it was actually only 4:30. This is pretty much the story of my life during daylight savings time. Not that I’m really complaining.
Oh and I almost forgot this high point that came while we watched LSU play Alabama on Saturday night.
God bless college football.
And, more importantly, God bless our veterans. We are grateful for your service to our country.