I saw my physician, who I love to pieces, by the way. She's great. She put me through an exam, being very careful with my poor wounded shoulder, and then gently told me we couldn't take a scalpel to the bone spurs this afternoon, which was kind of what I was demanding.
"We need to follow a more conservative path," she said. "We'll try two weeks of steroids and anti-inflammatory medication, and re-evaluate-"
"NO!" I roared. "WILD LIBERAL PATH NOW!"
No, not really.
Really I gave her my wide-eyed astounded look and said, appalled, "Two weeks?"
Because, seriously. Two hours more of this and I will be climbing bell towers.
But we compromised. She gave me some nice pain medications and I am going to sob quietly to myself after they run out, which will about six days from now.