Cry Baby Dies a Hanky Panky

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When I was little, I thought the Tommy Roe song was saying "Cry baby dies a hanky panky," not what it actually says ("My baby does the hanky panky"). But remember, I was six when that song came out, and my interests were in the world of country music. (Not that I understood everything Roger Miller sang....I thought he had "old worn-out silver shoes" in "King of the Road." ) No, this isn't about misheard lyrics. It's about me being a crybaby today. One week ago today I fell while hanging curtains. It was a long trip down from the top of the cedar chest I was trying to get on down to the floor -- a whopping twenty inches. I landed on my brain (butt, same difference ), with an awkward attempt to brace my fall with my right arm. Fast forward seven days, and I slept wrong on my shoulder. I decided to see if I could get a cortisone shot in my shoulder. The fine folks at the VA hospital took x-rays to make certain nothing was broken (I never figured anything was broken, because it's been more of a "bruise" hurt or an "old lady fell" hurt than a "holy crap I broke something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" hurt). They said that there is a possibility that there's a rotator cuff problem; however, they didn't want to go the more detailed imagining route at this time (and I don't blame them). So crybaby here got some muscle relaxers and cortisone because she was in just too much pain. The muscle relaxer did a fine job of knocking me out like a light for a couple of hours. Given the fact that prednisone can mess with sleep (and I already have enough problems in that department), I'll wait until lunch tomorrow, after my allergy appointment to take it. My "civilian" doctor said I have a pretty high tolerance to pain. Not anymore!!! Here's cry baby dying the hanky panky by Tommy Roe: