Moanin and groanin

Sometimes things just suck. The last few days have kinda sucked. My shoulder has been really bad, and the cortisone shot was not fun. Not the shot, hell, I give myself a weekly injection that stings more, no, the THUMB. The dr. had to stretch out my arm and then press really REALLY hard on my shoulder to get the right spot. Tears came. "That was just my thumb" said the dr., thinking I had reacted to the shot that hadn't yet come. No you idiot, that's exactly the problem, your damn thumb. Not that I told him. Should've. He can take it. Has a good sense of humor. Then we parted ways, and because I had cried and was trying not to cry anymore, at least until I got outside, there was no real end to the appointment. I stood at the desk like an idiot, trying not to look at anyone so they wouldn't see my face, and he went off to the next patient. Kind of like in the movies when the couple has regrets and everybody just slinks away.

As long as I'm going on about stuff bothering me, I hate Mother's Day. Enuf said.

This hasn't been enlightening or insightful. Just a lot of grumping. Well, sometimes you've got to grump. Sometimes I don't want to think about the people that have it worse than I do, I just want to have a little pity party for me. So today I'm having it in bloggerville.