What Happened To Me
It was the week of Thanksgiving. I woke up early one morning and saw the big pile of wet, heavy leaves in the corner of the back yard. They had been sitting there for quite some time. I decided it was time to bag them. After I dragged the bags to the street, I hauled them to the local dump. Finally finished with this lawncare chore, I took a shower and ate lunch. It had been a good workout. I was tired, but satisfied. That night I went to bed feeling fine. When I woke up the next morning, however, my right shoulder was bothering me. I must have strained it while bagging the leaves. I figured it would quickly heal itself. November turned into December and then came January. My shoulder continued to hurt and was not getting any better. It was now February and three months since I had injured my shoulder. It hurt when I lifted my arm over my head. I did not dare reach towards the back seat of the car or a searing pain would shoot through my arm. While sleeping at night, my shoulder w...
