Continuing Shoulder Drama
If yuu don't want to read about pain or suffering, read no further. However, if you have a morbid fascination with other people's pain, you're at the right place.

The thing with my shoulder is entering it's sixth month. Some days it doesn't bother me at all, but the thing that seems to do it the most harm is playing goalie. We all know that playing goalie is something I'm still not sure I like, something I'm really not any good at, but I am not ready to give it up, especially not for something as silly as an injury. So I had a say in demoting myself in the women's league, in the hope that the slower pace of the green games would give me time to set up for the shots and that the pain would be kept to a minimum.

Last night, Dana and I got stuck in traffic (it's a curse. We spent the entire Seals season sitting still or inching along the 38 long miles between San Jose and Oakland. It only makes sense that we'd get stuck going to Belmont, too) and were 20 minutes late to practice. Lucky for me, I'm getting good at getting dressed in the car.

Even with 20 fewer minutes playing goalie, I still managed to F up my shoulder during the practice. Jan was trying to stuff it in at my foot, with one Nette on either side of the net, waiting for her pass. I didn't let it in at the corner, it squirted across the goal line and I got it, by golly I got it, using my stick to get it out of the crease. Hurting my shoulder in the process.

Shitshitshitshitshit.

I get my MRI next Tuesday. At this point I think my best hope is for some better painkillers and physical therapy. Here's hoping it's just tendonitis.