♀ had her first physio appointment Monday afternoon and as expected she was very sore when she got home, but she only had enough time to  take a T-3 and I carefully placed an ice-pack under her sling so her shoulder could get iced for 30 minutes while she drove to her sign-language class.

This was the second class of her third semester of sign-language so she knows everybody in the class and last week the instructor used her to show how to adjust, if for some reason (like a torn rotator-cuff) you can’t use your dominate hand. So you would think everyone would know why she was wearing a sling and even if someone didn’t know…maybe they weren’t there last week…you can’t even believe what someone did…

I’ve never been to a class, but I’m guessing it’s pretty quiet. The instructor is completely deaf so I suppose you could talk, but from what ♀ has told me nobody does…just a little side note…♀ talks a lot…I can’t imagine her going 3 hours without talking out loud.  Anyway, half way through Monday nights class, the woman sitting behind ♀ grabs her by the shoulder (the sore one), pulls her back and asks ‘what’s wrong with your arm?’ It was no longer a quiet class room.

I mean seriously…that’s even more fucked up than putting an empty band-aid box back into the first-aid kit at the bakery.

Speaking of WTF, my uncle sent me this picture. It is so wrong in so many ways…

Cheers,

♀ & sss