Went to the doc today and learned that, according to last week's MRI, I do NOT have to have shoulder surgery. To say I am relieved would be... uncannily accurate. I now have months and months of less-than-pleasant physical therapy ahead of me, but I can handle that. Sleeping in a recliner and not being allowed to drive for weeks? Not so much.
The other blessing of the day was that my doc upped my antidepressant dosage just a wee bit. In years past I have been proactive and gone to a higher dose in November, transitioning back to my normal dose by the end of March. Somehow, last year I managed to get by without it. This year, not so much.
I felt silly bringing it up so late in the Dark Season, but suckage is suckage, whether one's looking at four more months or eight more weeks of it.
Those who are blessed with a reasonably steady flow of neurotransmitters and 'holding tanks' large enough to see you through times of stress, I salute you. But for those of us who just aren't that lucky, that little nudge toward 'normal' can be a thing of beauty and joy.
So anyhooze, I anticipate being able to approach life from a more humorous angle here very shortly. And maybe, if I'm really, really, good, I might even be able to fully shave my right armpit again sometime before the end of the year.
It's the little victories that make life so damned sweet.