My latest theory is that my left shoulder likes a little of the weird stuff. JD and I have been painting like crazy for the last few days. He did the ceiling and most of the walls. I helped with the cutting in, some sanding and using leftover paint for bits of furniture, but that was too much for the level of recovery I'm at. I felt like I had a knife embedded in my shoulder. The kind of pain that makes you cry. I freaked out poor JD stretching and trying to get the kinks out later that night. I ended up putting Dr Horribles' sing-along blog on and all was forgotten. We had also watched an older Dr Who - one set during World War II and I immediately resolved to make myself a set of period male suits and costumes - "Tonight ladies and gentlemen, I'm wearing the Winston Churchill!!" Female service uniforms are also quite strong and sexy, I will make these for future dance balls as well. Truly beautiful and finally a reason to dress like Captain Jack!
Visiting Mike d' Physio today, I found an elbow burrowing into THAT spot in my shoulder. Heck it was painful but I found myself actually enjoying it... Having been pummelled within an inch of 'is this a physio or bondage session?' I was lying on a heat bag in recovery when I began to receive a new message from my shoulder: I need more heat. In the same way I felt like I had a knife in my shoulder yesterday I now wanted to ram a red hot poker into that same spot. Not happy John! I had to ask JD to take me op shopping in the afternoon to lift my spirits - as if he needed to be coerced!
The upshot is that I walked into the workroom last night (which thanks to William has a working title of 'Hard Candy') and it is all white. From pink walls and camel carpet for three and a half years to white freshness at every point you look into the room was a delightful surprise. Radio paradise even managed to play the Cream classic during the afternoon to herald the moment. Progress is still painfully slow however - in every way imaginable.
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