Diagnosis - today was the day I finally went back to the Dr (another D word) to see what the ultrasound had shown in regards to my shoulder. After weeks of physio,modifiying WOD's and various degrees of aches and pains the verdict was in ........ Drumroll ( there's another D) please ..... Report says the long head of biceps tendon is normal. No rotator cuff abnormalities could be identified. The subacromial bursa is normal. Evidence of minor impingement on lateral shoulder abduction. Thankfully Sonja has said she will explain this in laymans terms e.g. diagnosis for dummies next time I am in the box. I feel relieved that there is nothing major wrong but still frustrated that I still have pain and cannot do any overhead movements. Ah well they tell me patience is a virtue.
Drama - I had the day well planned school run , WOD, shopping, lunch, prepare for this evenings festivities, repeat school run blah blah blah. What is it they say about best laid plans? Youngest sloth on heading out door turns to me and says oh by the way Mum I need a new vest for States on Sunday ( he is competing in a four hand and eight hand team at the Irish Dancing State titles) Now he has known that he needed a new one for weeks but tells me two days prior ..... I suppose I should be grateful it wasn't Sunday morning. No problem add it to the list and a trip to Toombul after the morning WOD, ah no phone call from Educator needing assistance as I walked in from school run ended that. Issue solved but days plans thrown out the door, so I salvaged what was left changed Destination and after a quick phone call met Mark at North Lakes for a coffee (long black) and did my shopping there including the Sloths vest.
Diet ~ Drinks ~ Dilemma -This week has gone extremely well in terms of the Paleo challenge, no stumbles and until today even no coffee. This evening I knew would be more difficult with the invitation to join the elder sloth and his friends and their parents at a pre semi get together. I can now report all is well in Paleo world I ate the crudites but not the dips, steered clear of the deep fried offerings, ate strawberries and delicious home cooked / prepared chicken drumsticks, my only concession was a glass of French bubbles and I must say I enjoyed that glass immensely. So for all my fretting I am happy in the knowledge that socializing among the unchallenged isn't to be feared .
Dinner Dance - the boys and their partners looked wonderful very proud of the sloth and I think he was quite chuffed that Mark had brought the "trophy wife" out of the garage for the occasion when one of the boys commented 'oh you get to go in the cool car'.
Driving - D-Day just keeps on giving, with me now on driving duty for pick-up from the dinner dance, drop off at the after party and then pick-up and drop off once again a couple of hours later. Think I need a nana nap. Oh the joys of parenting teens.
Bring on Day 6
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