At the moment, I am dealing with a tendinitis flare-up in my right shoulder. I have discovered that my bike mechanic skills are good enough to manage a one-armed tune up. Still, I had to call it quits after Tuesday morning’s first job, and headed home.

This ailment has been a part of my collection for over a decade. Since leaving retiring from office work, it makes an appearance only sporadically. I’ve also learned to manage it well with rest and drugs. I was all out of prescription anti-inflammatories and settled for ibuprofen.

On Wednesday evening, I waited until my roommate was done in the kitchen to make dinner because I didn’t want him to see the tricks I use to one-arm everyday tasks. Unfortunately, he walked in on me, seated on the floor, bracing the salad spinner with my feet.

He didn’t laugh, but you can!

Thursday was even less fun. I went to see a doctor for refills on my anti-inflammatory meds and left with that, plus two worksheets from the nurse. I have a two-week project that has me visit the blood pressure monitor at the back of the supermarket daily.