I guess I thought shoulder surgery would be a little like a tooth extraction. Hurts for a while, but after three or four days it fades into the memory bank.
Not this one. I’m still weary a week after my surgery. I was glad to see that my shoulders are now level for the first time in years. Dr. Humphrey fixed my drooping shoulder!
Cello lesson, no. Just not ambitious enough. I drove by and left a note on Lorrie’s door telling her I wouldn’t be there today. Maybe not next week, either.
Yesterday when Kay came to work I said, “Kay, we are going to hold hands, virtually, and go through this house until I find the one hundred dollars I lost.”
I proceeded to tell her that the white cardboard folder I put in my wallet to contain my currency had mysteriously vanished. I last remembered having it on Friday when I made a deposit at the bank. About then Kay stopped listening to me and began grinning from ear to ear.
“Martin (husband) was wondering about someone putting a hundred dollars in the India envelope,” she said, referring to a project we are supporting in our Bible study group on Sabbath morning.
Next day she brought the envelope to me and while a hundred dollars doesn’t make me rich, I do have enough cash to buy a few things I need.
Tags: recovering, shoulder surgery
