Anyone who buys my fabrics has to know that I keep the juiciest pieces for myself. Rooting through the "mine" pile has me itching to get this one underway.
Since my adventure in day surgery my left shoulder has been grieving me in ways that make me think about just how in the hell they transferred my comatose self from the operating table to the the recovery area. It feels as if they just dragged me by my left arm which most probably just dislocated. Could I prove it? Hardly. Do I feel it constantly? Yes but it's getting better very slowly. Right now, it' s hard to do al the mundane things right handers leave to the left..the holding, the reaching. Every previously taken for granted movement has to be considered first for the "DONT DO THAT" quotient. This too shall pass.