that I forget how much they take out of you.
Plus, I don't heal as fast as I used to.
I can type normally, but trying to rake, or shovel, or any of that stuff? Forget it. What pulls on the good shoulder pulls on the bad shoulder, and I say bad things. Working a loading press? Not yet. And by evening the accumulated stress of the day makes it ache. A lot. Like now.
I will, however, keep at this long enough for the next data set of The(NSFW) Experiment(it takes my mind off things):