An Ironic Tale

I have a torn rotator cuff. This is not fun, and is painful in the extreme, but I am making the best out of a potentially bad situation.

Firstly, though, let me assure all my worried and well-meaning friends out there, that yes, I am still able to knit, therefore my family is still (relatively) safe from my more homicidal tendencies. Now that queries as to my sanity have been answered, I will relate what happened.

Unfortunately, I cannot claim any heroic acts of bravery as the cause of my injury, nor yet even a normal fall which might occur to any average rational human being. Sadly, I am suffering dire pain in my shoulder from the result of trying to put a small package of Bubble Wrap in the back of my van.

(I will pause a moment here to wait for you to stop sniggering.)

I was merely pushing the roll of bubble wrap over the back seat when I heard a very loud "thunk" from my shoulder muscle and almost fainted in the Staples parking lot from the wave of pain that crashed over me. Being a multi-tasker, I managed to scream at the same time, which nearly resulted in giving the poor fellow next to me a heart attack. It took me almost ten minutes to regain my composure enough to drive again, and since I was in great pain I just went shopping at Wal-mart instead of going to Wal-mart and Maurices. (Self-restraint is my mantra.)

I am a violinist and pianist, both of which require two good working shoulders, especially for violin playing, but I am trying to make the most out of a difficult situation.

This is, after all, the holidays, so thankfully I won't be needing to play any music any time soon. For consolation, I decided to get a manicure.
Getting a manicure is not usually an option for me, since musicians need short fingernails. I felt positively wicked and rebellious getting long acrylic nails pasted onto my fingertips!

I noticed then that the salon was running a special which involved getting a pedicure, so I went ahead and got that done too. (I didn't want my toenails to be jealous of my fingernails).

Knitting while getting a pedicure . . . is there any more luxurious way to spend an afternoon?
(I wonder if there's any way I could tear my other rotator cuff . . .)