Today I went to visit an orthopedic surgeon and got my shoulder problem diagnosed. It is Adhesive Capsulitis of Shoulder - aka Frozen Shoulder. The good news is that it is treated with movement, movement, and more movement. Not surgery. The bad news is that every movement hurts like hell. But if it makes my shoulder better, I will gladly endure the pain. The telling thing about this is that the doctor cannot even force my arm to move. It just will not move. I will get it to move.
Tonight I went to the next to the last night of my third year of Biblical School. There is a young woman at my table who I have become very fond of. She has spoken of her mother, with whom she has a poor relationship. Her mother is a couple of years younger than I am. Tonight after class, she came up to me and told me that I always look so cute and wear such nice clothes - she wants to be like me "when she grows up." And then she quickly added that she didn't mean "cute" as trying to look young - because she admires me for looking age appropriate. Wow. What a compliment.
It is all such good stuff. I had a long chat with my sponsor tonight. We talked about being in elementary school and being told we were hopeless. We talked about how that felt - hopeless years before either of us ever took our first drink. She was told she was "incorrigible." I was told I was "in a rut," which I knew I could never climb out of. And yet, here we are today, two sober women, she for 37 years, me for 25. I don't think anyone would accuse either of us of being incorrigible or in a rut. The Grace of God is a wonderful thing.