I knew one of my favorite quilting magazines, "Quilts and More" was going to be in the stores today, so, instead of going out first thing this morning to buy it, I decided it would be my reward for enduring Physical Therapy.
It's nothing bad, just a frozen shoulder. What started out as something small turned into me not being able to move my shoulder. It was hard to put my hair in hot rollers, and it kept me awake at night. Last week I went to out-patient surgery, and after a "snap, crackle, pop" (but probably much louder than Rice Crispies ever thought about being) they sent me on my merry way with pain killers in one hand, two weeks of Physical Therapy, and a life time of home exercises in the other. My left shoulder is thinking that maybe it needs to join in on the fun, too. That's not a bad idea!
Who knew that childbirth classes would come in handy while someone twists and turns your arm in directions that makes tears roll down your face?
Okay, so maybe not worth the pain, but well worth the wait.
I won't give any secrets away; several of our blogging friends have quilts and other fun projects for us. My sewing room wants to look like Karen Snyder's when it grows up. I'm just sayin'.
I'm thankful that quilting is my therapy. Aren't you?