It amazes me

I came home because my shoulder hurt bad. I ate my usual cocktail of pain pills and muscle relaxers and sat with an ice bag on it for 2 hours. Doesn't hurt so bad and it's almost time for a 2nd set of narcotics. Will call the Boy Wonder's office and see if anyone can see me if he's not there. I am just not pleased with lack of progress and the pain and spasms that keep me from doing my job. If you call sitting in a broken chair watching 12000 people pass through a security lane to/from airplanes a special job. I got yelled at for actually reading what is called a "go" list, so I know who to let into the exit.
I don't know if I can handle the pain, the futility of it and the lack of help.

Night all.

Get over it

That is what the Eagles song says. I wish I could. But I have more pain and less treatment. Makes you want to hide away.

Heat is back. Supposed to be really warm tomorrow. Will wear loose clothes to church.

No evidence of any money or anything from the DOL. Got a copy of a letter to the doctor, asking why I need PT? Neither the doctor's office nor I knew we had a new claim number until after the request was made. But of course it's our fault that we didn't know that. Here I could have been having PT and getting some help and what I have been doing, taking meds and falling asleep and stop being coherent sometime mid afternoon. Good thing my kids are grown.

Right now would be a good time for the lottery numbers to hit. It would be a life saver.

Back to my water bottle and cops---- what an exciting Saturday.