I've Collapsed?

Covid 19 fallout keeps getting worse and worse.  Some of my upcoming art shows are canceled or postponed.  Not that I could do them anyway.  I know I wouldn't be able to do anything physical, but I'd be present, there in the back of my booth.  But that isn't what this blog is about...

So I saw the doctor today and I was shocked by the X-ray.  It looked WORSE, not better to me.  He said it appears to have collapsed, whatever that means, but he was still standing by his decision to not do surgery.  He is still optimistic that I will heal by keeping my arm in a sling.  He also noted that I'd been taking good care of it.  I mean, in what way could I possibly neglect it, Doctor?  It's far to painful to take it out of its sling prison, let alone USE it.  Of course it's being babied. It's helpless.  Just like the world seems to be at the moment with all this disease.  God help us.

I've noticed that my arm looks different around the shoulder area.  Maybe that's because of the collapse.  The Great Collapse of Robin's Shoulder, 2020.  Fitting, isn't it?  The bruising is fading though.  So I've got that going for me.

I still need to take my pain med every 4 to 6 hours.  I'm getting up most nights to take one because I wake up in pain.  The first three hours of my sleep though is deep and I'm always able to get back to it after I've taken another pill.  I'm starting to worry that I'm taking too many, even though I'm not taking more than instructed.  

My exercises hurt but I do them.  I have learned to bit my lip and not scream or cuss because it scares the dogs.  

I miss my torch.  I miss being able to sleep on my left side.  I miss driving even though I don't really like to.  I miss wearing my glass necklaces.

But I will NOT miss a dose. 

Not any time soon.