The limbo of limbs

[serinde]

And lo, did the shoulder specialist say unto me, after manipulating my arms into various pretzel shapes: "I really don't think this is a torn muscle, it's just wrenched and inflamed, so I would like to hold off on any intrusive procedures while we try some supervised physical therapy." (Supervised, because I told him I'd tried the sheet of exercises Dr. Condon had given me, and even without using actual weights my shoulder would hurt like holy Ned for a day and a half after.) They're going to perform insurance genuflexions and call me in a few days to tell me where I should go for further & regular pretzelification; and then I have a follow-up appointment in a month whereat, if no progress, then MRIs and similar mechanical fun.

So, yay for no surgery. Boo for no solid answers. AGHGKGKGHKGKGHGH for no aikido.

Also, I need an icon of Gir captioned "Yay! We're doomed!". Will dredge fanwank communities tomorrow. Or later. Or someday.