I went to the orthopedist today because I’ve been having pain in my shoulder. Well actually the pain started a few months ago but I wrote it off to age and overuse towards the end of the last golf season. I figured it would get better with rest. Not so much. In fact, there are times when I reach for something on a shelf and a little man with an ice pick plays Toccata and Fugue on my shoulder. It’s not healing. I guess the reluctance to hit the MD is related to not wanting to ask for directions when lost – an inherent stubbornness and a desire not to seem weak. Continue reading

