Old Order Mennonite Memoirs
February 27, 2020
The pain in my shoulder that awoke me wasn't an unfamiliar pain. I went back over the events of the day before, trying to recall what I did to bring it on. The sunny, mild Monday, Feb. 17, had been packed with action but I didn't remember hurting my arm.
I limped through the day but the next night I couldn't sleep. I writhed restlessly but suppressed the urge to groan lest I wake my husband. Finally I got up and went downstairs for more pain medication even though it wasn't time for more. The inflamed fluids in the bursa sac around my shoulder joint demanded all my attention until the pain...