My arm is killing me. I had my whole shoulder rebuilt. I am forted up here, not doing much, but sleeping. Somebody stole my oxycodone. It was one of the people who were “helping” me. Dames, you can never trust a woman. I am sorry to say that I never trust anyone around here. Anyway, they are gone, but maybe someone did me a favor.
I have been getting along okay with just over-the-counter painkillers. Monday, the doctors will have a look at my shoulder. I sure hope it has healed well. They did extensive surgery on my arm. It sucks getting old. Let me tell you.