The Pitfalls of Working with Goats

About two months ago, I was milking one of the goats, can't remember which one it was. She did not want to get off the milking stand. I can understand why - you get all the free grain you want and no one bothers you. So I tried pulling her off. She didn't like that and decided to let me know by giving me a pretty hefty pull. I didn't think too much of it at the time.

The next morning I woke up and my left shoulder was sore. You know how it feels like you overdid it the day before. Only problem the pain never did go away that day, nor the day after that, or the day after that and so on. At first, I took a couple of aspirins - didn't do much good. Got out the ibuprofen - helped a little. I figured maybe it was the onset of arthritis. So I went to the store and bought some "Icy Hot". That didn't do much good. Meanwhile the shoulder is getting worst - to the point where I can't sleep on it. Driving became next to impossible because I couldn't lift my left arm up to the steering wheel - time to go see a doctor!

Went to the doctor this week and had an MRI done yesterday. I have a torn rotator cuff - anyone want to buy a herd of goats? We are now off to see an Orthopedic surgeon on Tuesday. Talk about luck! The only surgeon available is the guy that is the doctor to the Bengals! So if he can fix the Bengals, I guess I am in pretty good hands!

So, Diane, what did you do on your Christmas vacation?