As is my god-given right when tax season ends, I went skiing on April 16. And I fell. Hard. It was one of those slow motion falls during which I heard my helmet hit the ground and thought ‘man, I’m glad I’m wearing a helmet’, then felt my arm get pulled behind me and thought ‘gee, that hurts a lot’, and then finally stopped falling…man did my shoulder hurt when I stopped falling! (Of course I didn’t notice that – I was busy wondering where my other ski was).

After waiting for a sufficient time period that the response wouldn’t be ‘rest, ice, ibuprofen, come back if it doesn’t feel better’ (which I did, and yes, my doctor confirmed for me two weeks was the right time to come in), I went to the doctor today. He did all sorts of motion, strength, pain tests on my shoulder. Took x-rays. I may have a tiny hairline fracture in my shoulder, but he thinks it’s really a torn rotator cuff. He wants me to have an MRI, and so I’m spending the next few days figuring out if I can afford one. Those things are expensive!

I told him the shoulder feels really good when I run, and really good after. He confirmed that with me several times, and didn’t tell me to stop running. So I’m going to keep running. Thank goodness he didn’t tell me to stop running…