mmegaera | shoulder again, etc.

Life is a tradeoff, it seems. The doctor didn't give me a cortisone shot, mainly because I did do the puddle of goo thing when he mentioned it as a possibility. So that was good (really (g)). He gave me anti-inflammatories instead, which within a matter of an hour or so made my shoulder feel *almost* as good as the other one (which is saying a lot considering that I could barely move it before). The tradeoff, of course, is that anti-inflammatories can be bad for you. My stomach has been mostly okay so far, but it still scares me. Not bad enough to go back to where I was before, but still. He also scheduled me for an MRI, which will happen later in the month, to see if the rotator cuff is damaged or just inflamed (I have no idea what finding this out is going to entail in the way of treatment -- right now this river is just lovely and I have no intention of sailing down it to find out).

Ye godlings, it feels good not to hurt.

Otherwise, except for one Really Good scribbling session (the night after I took the first pill -- not a coincidence, trust me), it hasn't been the greatest writing week.

But I am *this* close to finishing the quilt. Two more sides of binding to sew on, and it's done and I can take it over to my friend's house when I pick her up for the trip on Sunday and give it to her. Yay!!!