One of the lesser acts featured here at "Cirque du Shoulder - Carnival of Pain", which has fast become a front of stage favourite is called "Tucking a shirt into my jeans"...

I can push the shirt down, past the waistband, but moving my hand back up is an experience in itself...

It's not only the front of the shoulder that objects, but the bulbous lump of muscles on the top and side of the shoulder that go out in sympathy, as well...

"Would you like paralysis with that pain?"

Why not? Have the shoulder lock, freeze in place, and hurt as well, for good measure...

There's rarely a dull moment here at Cirque du Shoulder, ha ha...

There's nothing that I can't do with the arm, the shoulder, but there are lots of things that I really shouldn't do, as I remind myself, as often as not several times a day...ha ha.

It's hard not to live the habits I had before the injury. It's easy to do the things that I've always done, easier than remembering that sometimes, doing those things comes at a cost.

But I keep smiling because it's one thing I have left that hasn't suffered wear and tear to the degree that other parts have.

I might as well enjoy what I have that still works, ha ha...

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At least you are getting some excercise.

It takes 26 muscles to smile.

If you want to go overboard - it takes 62 to frown.

Dom, they'd have to be the broad, gauzy kind, rather than the thin, sewing thread variety.

You wouldn't get a lot of coverage with the ones here, ha ha...

It's a bit of a hike from here to the nearest stables, and depending on the severity of the injury, I might not make it... ha ha...

The only broad web I can think of, round here, sits in very close proximity to a venomous spider who may not appreciate the urgency of my need, and may, instead, only add to my catalogue of woes... ha ha...

For the time being, a tea towel does the trick, ha ha...

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Dom, I find it only takes one muscle for me to smile - my heart... ha ha...

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