Too Much Caffeine?

I was out of control yesterday morning.

I think I drank way too much coffee.

I’m blaming my new toy Keurig.

I’d feel sorry for Paul Newman having to put up with over-caffeinated-me, but some days he’s the one bouncing off the walls from being over-caffeinated.

(My behavior is therefore excused?  Is that how it works?)

I brought my “little” camera with me to physical therapy yesterday morning.

Selfie PT © SHaggerty 2013 W-1

I doubt the PT staff was very happy when I started clicking random photos of them working.

All the while I clicked, I moaned, “My arm hurts sooooo much today.”

It did.

Next, I invited myself to the upcoming PT office party.

It sounds like SO much fun!

(Yes, THAT much caffeine.)

I was told I’m not allowed to go – especially not with a camera.

This slap-in-the-face rejection had something to do with me being a patient and not part of the office staff.

Hmmmph.

After being rejected from the future (so fun!!) office party,

Out of spite

Under the influence of my weird sense of humor,

I took more (under appreciated), photos of PT employees.

I even snapped a photo of Paul Newman looking down at me while I lay on his table.

I had this vague creative idea of trying to capture my PT experience.

After all, I’ve spent a good chunk of my life at PT offices.

I’d share the Paul-Newman-At-Work photo, but it came out looking like a weird (clothed) sex photo.

Anyway, Paul Newman poked and prodded me and I whimpered and whined.

Then he did something super-sneaky to my arm.

Startled, I exclaimed, “Ow!”

He looked me in the eyes and kept right on doing what he was doing.

(Ummm, none of this was inappropriate even though it sounds very inappropriate when I write about it.)

I said, “OW!” louder, in case Paul Newman didn’t understand the first “Ow!”

He just looked at me – all innocent-like.

I hate when he does that.

The man doesn’t have one molecule of “innocent” in him.

“OWWWWWWWW!” I howled extra-loudly, all the while giving Paul Newman a hurt, how-could-you-do-this-to-me, accusing, glare.

Snap.

My arm/shoulder went back into place.

I hadn’t even known it was out of place, but I guess I should have known since it hurt so much prior to my PT visit.

And then?

Well, I’d like to say it didn’t hurt at all anymore –

Unfortunately, it does.

But, it hurts a lot LESS.

I guess I’m over the worst part of this flare-up.

Is it considered a “flare-up” when you’re walking around with a subluxated shoulder (again!) for a few days?

Is subluxated even a word?

I’m confused about my medical  condition  terminology.

I think it’s easier just to say my bum arm pops on and off my body on a fairly regular basis.

It’s one of the unpleasant side effects of the car accident and  subsequent nine surgeries  post accident trauma.

Paul Newman and my orthopedic surgeon are now (once again) conspiring behind my back.

(Even though I know about it, and they’re doing it because it’s their job/s, and I know they both genuinely care about my well being, it’s still “conspiring.”)

I need to stop playing with the new Keurig, don’t I?

One Response to “Too Much Caffeine?”

  1. Jan's Sushai Bar

    Well, all I can say is, “YAY! You’re on caffeine and NOT pain killers!”

    This, my dear friend, is a good thing.

    I adore you, too, you know.

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