Well, I found out what was wrong with my shoulder. I have ASS. Let me explain. I rang up this morning to make an 'emergency' doctor's appointment. That just means 'I don't care who I see, as long as it's today'. At least I think it does. I hope I haven't misunderstood or else I might have been taking the piss. "Is it anything to do with flu-like symptoms?" the receptionist asked. "No" I replied, truthfully. "Are you sure?" she asked. "No, it's my shoulder!" I confessed. "We have to ask..." she pouted, mournfully. Ruddy pandemics. I love the assumption that people are going to lie to try to get in and spread their pig bug, but will buckle under the pressure when it gets to 'are you sure?'. I wonder what the evidence base for that is. Anyway, I got an appointment at half past ten and the doctor took a look at my shoulder. I showed her the ways in which I could and couldn't move it.
"Have you been watching the movie Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb directed by Stanley Kubrick and starring Peter Sellers and George C. Scott recently?" she asked me. "No, no I haven't" I replied, truthfully, puzzled. Then
Image via Wikipediait dawned on me. "Oh, wait a minute - the other week I was reading the TV Tropes page on it when I should have been writing up some surveilled telephone calls - could that be it?" "Oh, yes, yes it could!" she exclaimed. I believe that you have what we call Anti-Strangelove Syndrome. Your shoulder is concerned that you will adopt the persona of Dr. Strangelove and it will have its work cut out, so it is trying to stop you. That's why you have difficulty getting your arm up like that, or - " "Good job I'm not a fascist!" I interjected, impulsively.*
She carried on from where I'd interrupted her. "or it could be what we call a shoulder impingement. That's where your shoulder impinges on your rights to have a properly-working shoulder, often because of some perceived slight involving scissors or insulting its intelligence or taking it for granted or for treating this place like a dosshouse or something like that." I'm supposed to rest it, apparently. Then she told me not to rest it on her arm, and to not rest my head on her shoulder either. These doctors want to make their minds up if you ask me. She said it was okay if I kept typing It Is What It Is because it's vital for the morale of the peoples of the world. I said that it wasn't as popular as all that. It is that popular, but it doesn't sound good if you admit that sort of thing.
that's all from me for now
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*I actually did that. The phone bit is true as well.