My Life on a Plate

Diagnosed

I feel like a whirling dervish today. Is that how you spell dervish? What is a dervish anyway?

Thought I'd start the day with a long walk but half way round the park my eyes were streaming and my fwinkers so cold I thought they may drop off, so I gave up and came home. I don't remember such a long, freezing snap as this for a long time. And it's forecast to continue.

So, we've met with my parent's gardener to discuss plans for when (if) the weather improves, taken my dad to the hospital for a pre-op test for his other cataract, had a light meal out, shopped for ourselves and my parents, picked my dad back up, delivered him and shopping and then made a dash to the doctors.

My arm has been bothering me for three weeks since the fall and in the night it was very painful, so I had to give in and see the doc. Apparently, it's a 'rotator cuff' injury, which basically is an inflamed ligament rubbing against bone. I have a course of anti-inflamatories to take but if there's no improvement I have to go back for X-rays and steroid injections.

We have our induction at the Health Club on Wednesday so I have to inform them of this injury and avoid exercising my left arm. Does this mean I'll end up with a muscular right arm and a flabby left one? Oh well, I've never been very well-balanced so why break the habit of a lifetime?