Mack and the balsam root.

Tearing

Yesterday my shoulder surgeon told me I was “stiff, but nice.” I struggled to figure out what nice meant in terms of healing, but then he added, “Most people aren’t very happy with me when their shoulder is still stiff at 12 weeks.” Ugh. The way to become un-stiff is to tear apart the scar tissue. I do daily exercises and stretches with ski poles and yoga straps to get my shoulder un-stuck. My physical therapist measures my angles of

Homemade sugar cubes in a tiny glass.

Let’s Celebrate!

It’s spring, it’s March, the cat didn’t barf today, daffodils! So many small reasons to celebrate! And for me, I am no longer wearing a giant sling 23 hours a day, which means Phase 1 of shoulder surgery recovery is behind me. I took the dogs for their hike this morning. I cannot run for another 6 weeks, but I said hello to all the regulars running by and noticed where the trail has changed slightly with rain and snow

tiny drawing - laurel hunter - spaceship

Pause

You may remember that I took a spill last September. Turns out I tore my rotator cuff (my supraspinatus tendon, to be specific), and had to have it repaired last week. While I can scribble down ideas for posts, my inability to type as fast as I think, with only one hand available to help with typing, is leaving me disinclined to write for now. Wild Westish will return to normal posts in 5 weeks. Anyone interested in what to

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