Heath

I don't know why but I'm really saddened by Heath Ledger's death. After Brokeback Mountain he became one of my favorite actors, and hearing about him and Michelle Williams living in Brooklyn and just trying to be normal folk, had me really rooting for him. As I read on the internet from an anonymous commenter, you might expect this to happen to Britney Spears but not Heath Ledger.

Today was also my first day back at work and - after reading about Heath's death - will be my first day without percocet (aka oxycodone). I've been slowly ramping down the percocet since the drama of last Thursday night, with mixed results. On the one hand, I am feeling better and so I can move my left arm a little bit and can help in dressing myself. On the other hand, this added movement makes my shoulder sore and I'm probably not supposed to be doing it. (Don't tell Dr. K!) Sometimes, like tonight when I was on my way home, I can feel every one of the SEVEN anchors !! in my shoulder. Ironically, I was carrying a paperback copy of The Left-Hander's Syndrome in my out-of-commission left hand tonight. The book is barely over half an inch thick, and it hurt my shoulder to be holding it, even as I let my arm hang in the sling. Dr. K says I should be able to play water polo again (for real, full contact) in about 6 months.  Hard to believe right now.  

It's frustrating to be a righty when I am so strongly left-hand dominant. My other pills, naprosyn (naproxen, aka Aleve) also require me to eat something while taking it. So after a creaky day at work learning to use my office as a righty, I am sitting trying to eat a yogurt right-handed. I look like baby just learning to feed itself, and I have to remind myself not to overload the spoon with yogurt and risk spilling it in my lap as my hand wobbles the spoon to my mouth. Baby steps... baby steps...