I still can't type well, and it may take a while, so

The Story of What Happened.

There's this tree in the back yard(some of you are already shaking your heads and muttering imprecations; shut up), and with all the rain this year a couple of limbs had grown out over the neighbor's power line.  Especially with winter coming, that can't stay.

Was able to get a lot of it from the ground, but a couple of pieces HAD to be done from the tree.  So I got that all cut, set the pruning pole safely out of the way and started down.  Yes, I was testing every step; that branch lied to me, and broke.  Thus my reintroduction to Gravity('It's not just a good idea, it's the law!')

At one point on the trip down I swear to God I had my upside-down feet hooked over a limb and I actually paused for a moment, long enough for "Maybe I can-" to form before one shoe pulled off and I continued my descent.

So, I laid there a moment going through the 'Can I move x, can I move y' checks, with Security Staff(Jr.) on the other side of the fence with that "You there, boss?" look on his face.  X and Y did indeed function, so I put my shoe on, got up and into the house and sat before the post-incident nausea and dizzy hit.  Sat there a bit getting through that, and called the doctor's office, got a nurse.  "What happened?", etc.  "Um, you need to go to the emergency room."  I think it was the "Yes, I can move my arm, but something's not right in my shoulder" that did it.

Called daughter.  I figured "I'm  not bleeding, so don't need an ambulance, but if I wind up in the hospital overnight or something, can you check on the dogs?"  That got a pause, followed by "Do you want a ride?  It's quiet at work, I can get off."  Started to say no, then felt that oddness in the shoulder again and considered trying to drive, and said "That might be a good idea."

Things went much faster than my previous visit.  I received some pain meds that actually worked, assurance that nothing was broken, very bad sprain in the shoulder(the other bruises, abrasions, missing bits of tissue messy but not threatening), and directions to followup with my regular doc.

So I  have my left arm in a sling most of the time, meds when necessary(they work so-so), and orders to take it easy.  Which means I can't handload(working the lever pulls on everything upper-body), can't cast, can't ride, cooking is a real problem(bribed daughter with dinner a couple of times when just gave up), and the dogs wonder why I'm  not coming out to play much, and can't type very well(it's taking a long time to put this together).  Had to sneeze a couple of times, and that felt like someone stabbed me through the shoulder blade.

And even with power steering, driving sucks(though at least this time I can use my right arm for steering and shifting).

So that's my status.  I shall now retire from typing for a while, and try to get some reading done, or something, while I figure out what/how for lunch.