Come on Thursday.

The doctor thinks that either my labrum or my rotator cuff is torn.

In my left arm.

So that arm is in a sling.

My good arm.

The arm that doesn't have nerve damage.

Thursday morning I have a CT with a dye injection straight in my shoulder to see what is what.

I would like that to hurry up because I have to stay in the sling basically all the time until I get the results.

My life is a never ending drama, huh?  Of course this would happen to the arm that I do basically everything with right at the beginning of grad school.