I don't play tennis. In fact, I can openly admit to being completely without sufficient coordination to participate in any sport, much less have an injury as a result of such participation. Nevertheless, more than two years ago, the doctor diagnosed the painful elbow as "tennis elbow." Today, after exhausting all other treatment options, I underwent surgery, with the hope I will finally regain the full use of my right arm...and yes, I am right handed.
We left here at 7:45 AM and got back here at 4:30 PM.
I cannot drive.
I have to do everything with one hand, and my left hand at that....
Soooo...shorter stories will be the result!
My friend, the shutterbug, captured the doctor and the nurse, who were gracious enough to allow us to take their photos for my "surgery scrapbook" (better than the "Judy eating scrapbook" my friend insists on keeping!)
Upon arriving home, we went to check on the goats and discovered Joey, the gentle but stupid goat, had somehow ripped one of his horn nubs off. I say "horn nubs" because the folks I bought the goats from had burned off the horns, but his burned off nubs have been growing. Nevertheless, today, somehow, he ripped one out of his head. The site looks as if it should hurt, but Joey is Joey, happy and fat and interested only in eating.
More tomorrow when my left handed typing improves!