ouch

Injured in the shop earlier this week. Surprisingly, I was so stunned at first, all I could do was lie on the ground, my body on strike, as if I'd forgotten how to sit up and move around. But when I finally found those synapses, I found I was able to move and put weight on the injured arm, so I didn't bother to go through the hassle of going to the doctor (and then get sent for a whole series of xrays and weeks and weeks of PT - life's too short, and who wants to take the time for that, if you can get by?) I hope it was the right decision, now that rotator problems are showing up and I can't lift my arm above horizontal and the wing bone hurts too, even though none of those areas took the brunt of the hit. I'm hoping I can work through it and the bruising doesn't result in any complications. Meanwhile, work will progress oh so slowly, as I try to just get through life.
Thinking about that book about dancing for your life again. The writing, the drawings. Maybe I need to do that dance. Hey hey hey, ho ho ho, heeyay heeyay heeyay hey!