So, the MRI results are in. Small partial-thickness tear in my rotator cuff. Shoulders are hard - they take forever to heal. But at least there's no surgery for that in my future. Next step is physical therapy. (In my head that is completely counterintuitive: manipulate and move something that is already injured/torn. But the prevailing theory / protocol is to strengthen the surrounding muscles to reduce the stress on the tear. Hopefully it'll heal, but if it doesn't, at least it shouldn't be too awfully painful.) The difficulty for me is that they can't get me in for my first physical therapy appointment until Feb. 1. It seems like I've been hurting (and struggling to get a position that allows for decent sleep at night) forever. I fully recognize it could be w-a-y worse. And I'm grateful for no surgery. Still, my desire is for speedy improvement. Patience in some areas eludes me. (And I just might use this as an excuse to not wear a specific foundation garment - the straps cut into my shoulder in the most painful spot. So maybe unsupported bosoms in my daily life are in my near future. 😱)
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Still thinking about a comment yesterday in Relief Society. This sister had been carrying around a wound from her childhood for years and years. Wasn't until she became a parent herself that she realized her memory of a specific instance (when she was a kid) was from a child's perspective. That in hindsight she was probably being a difficult child who had no idea what her Dad was going through, why he responded the way he did. She mentioned it totally changed her perspective. Something I guess is good to always remember: not everyone sees things the same. And while we're pretty much always the hero/heroine of our own story, generally we're not that in another person's life. A good reminder to try to always be our best self.
Yesterday morning's Come Follow Me study included a re-reading of Jeffrey R. Holland's talk from April 2019 General Conference. I remember him giving this talk. I loved re-reading it. So grateful we have instant access to talks of the past that can uplift us.
Bright and early this morning the guys came. A neighbor/friend/ward member had called us on Saturday to recommend this guy to help clean up some damaged-broken branches from the heavy snows last week. The Husband did what he could, but we still had to cut up and carry off the debris. Wondered how we were going to manage that. Saturday's estimate sounded decent to The Husband so over they came and in about an hour were all done. The cut up wood is gone, the trees trimmed in rough areas and The Husband doesn't have to do so much heavy work. I really dislike spending money, but in this case, I think it was important to have that dreaded job complete.
So grateful this afternoon for a bit of "cosmetic sunshine" (that's what the channel 2 weather lady called it, fun to see but of little value in warming things up). It does brighten my spirits in the cold. Our grandson said this morning the cold (it was 12 degrees at 7 a.m. today) is better than the heat of summer. And I fully agree. So grateful for furnaces that work well, even if our heating bill is $100 more than last month's and last month's bill was an all-time high. I'm hoping enough moisture dissipates from the pavement so tomorrow morning I can go outdoors for a walk. Even though our treadmill is a blessing and a luxury, I'd rather be outside to watch the world wake up.
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