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My Shoulder Again

Oh, wow, look at all the new subscribers I’m getting! No, Bradley is telling me you aren’t subscribers. You’re followers? He’s trying to explain the difference to me, but he’s not making too much sense.

Ah, to have the folly of youth again.

In any case, greetings to all my new, er… fans. Hello out there! I have another exciting story to add to what I’m affectionately calling my Brittle Bones Backlog. Clever, eh?

Bradley does not, in fact, agree that it’s clever. Bah, what does he know, he spends half of his time with a screen taped to his face waving magic wands around and pretending he’s in a different reality.

It’s a classic, this tale – I slipped over in the bath. I know, I know, I’m turning into a cliché of an elderly man. But, in fairness, my father did something similar in his old age, so it runs in the family.

Do you hear that, Bradley?!

I’ve got an appointment with a shoulder injury specialist near me. Melbourne has so many amazing doctors, but I’m glad I got an appointment with my regular guy. Oh, God, I have a regular shoulder guy now. I am turning into my father. And also maybe my mother?

It doesn’t feel good thinking about.

Luckily I know my way around a shoulder procedure these days, so I’m not too worried about any operation they might need to do. I’ve already experienced the benefits of shoulder arthroplasty surgery, so I’ll trust whatever they tell me after that. I might struggle to lob another baseball to my children but they’re:

  1. a) too old to catch baseballs,
  2. b) too busy playing virtual sports, and
  3. c) admittedly terrible at catch in the first place.

So, no great loss, is my point.

Hopefully this post finds everyone else doing well. I’ve missed you all and hope that everybody’s surgeries are healing nicely!

Until my next spill!*

George

*Give me a couple of weeks 😉