Remember when I casually mentioned that I had fallen down my front steps on Monday? Well as I slipped, I grabbed the railing with my right hand to stop from totally face-planting on the cement. It worked, but left my shoulder a little sore.
It really hurt that day, same with Tuesday. Wednesday morning it felt a little better, but got progressively worse as the day went on. So last night Skip and I had an uber exciting pre-Valentine's Day date night in the ER. I figured it was best to get some x-rays and get it all checked out.
Thankfully it doesn't appear to be anything too serious, just a sprained rotator cuff. If it doesn't get better I'll have to follow up with an orthopedist, but the doc said it should heal on its own!
Apparently I don't have enough going on right now, so I needed to add a little something else to the mix.
And in case you are keeping score, that's another check in my "we need to move to Florida because it's too damn cold in Jersey" list.