Monday, September 07, 2009

The best thing I can say about Labor Day is that I'm not actually in labor.

1. Yes, I have today off, but

2. The girl still hasn't started school, which means

3. It really doesn't feel like a holiday, because holiday from what? Sitting around in our pajamas?

4. And it turns out I actually do have frozen shoulder, which means the next month is

5. Packed full of physical therapy appointments.

6. On the bright side, I thought I was going to have to post to Mamarazzi, but both the lovely Kristin and the sociopathological Susie Sunshine have already posted.

7. Which means all I had to do was come up with a post for BlogHer Beauty Hacks. So I did. Something about stretching a thong over my face and calling it makeup, but you know what? I'm not really clear on the concept because

8. I still have frozen shoulder and IT HURTS.


  1. My poor poor Poppy.
    I'm hoping you can raise A GLASS.

  2. Frozen shoulder responds quite nicely to the physio routine if you are compliant. You may have to do the exercises for the rest of your life, but it's better than being on anti-inflammatories that don't do much anyway.

  3. My mom has had carpal tunnel, thoracic outlet syndrome, bursitis and frozen shoulder and FROZEN SHOULDER WAS THE MOST PAINFUL. So. Start drinking NOW, I'm thinking.

  4. Oooh, my sympathies! I had frozen shoulder a few years ago, got past it with the help of a wise and talented chiro and some bungee cords - good luck to you!

  5. i am trying to picture the thong......

    hell, i'll just mix some martinis and be done with it.

  6. You know, I didn't even realize I had overposted Kristin until I read this. (Which is why paying attention to dates is important- you could just be trying to be helpy even though you're all overscheduled and crazy yourself and later find out that you're actually just a pain in the ass.)

    I hope your shoulder thaws soon.

  7. Stretching a thong over your face?

    Is it colored?

  8. FS is such a bitch. I've had it for about 8 weeks and yeah, it hurts, and it's a shit load of not-fun.

    Anecdotes, links, and things I've discovered about this on my blog

    Good luck.


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