Frozen Shoulder? in 2020s

I was sitting here, relaxing, and thinking of Nane when I caught myself saying, “There you go again, thinking of others who never think of you.” But thinking is harmless. As long as I continue to improve on not reaching out to those who don’t reach out to me, I can think all I want.

Tinkerbella is so cute. Since she’s usually obedient and responds well to “no” when she tries to go where she shouldn’t, I let her run around the bedroom as well as the master closet. The moment I put her on the floor, she dashes straight into the closet, like she knows exactly where it is—rats never forget their way around. Afterward, she comes out to play with me before making her rounds, looping around the room.

I’ve started to wonder if I might have frozen shoulder. I looked up the symptoms, and I definitely have some of them. Jessie’s had it for over a year, but she describes it as a lot more painful than what I’m experiencing. I’m not sure if hers is just worse, if she has something different, or if I just have a high tolerance for pain. It can last up to three years.

There was a light on in Ray’s place last night, but I’m not sure who was there. When I checked at 6:30 this morning, while it was still dark, I didn’t see any light. The truck that parks in his driveway leaves around 8:30 in the morning and returns in the early evening.

I’ve decided to try once again to lose weight, but only if I end up back with Galileo, who are willing to work with me and get me to a lab faster. Technically, I could have gone to the lab right away with Rhonda, since I have a copy of the order, but she wouldn’t adjust my dose fast enough if necessary. In-person doctors just aren’t as flexible.

I ordered Nasalcrom, which I used to take years ago. It doesn’t contain steroids, so if I still have a dry, stuffy nose after using it, I’ll be more convinced it’s a septum issue.