As many of you know, I recently had shoulder surgery, and I wanted to provide an update.
Now there seem to be conflicting and contradictory stories about how I hurt my shoulder in the first place. One version had me attacked by a Grizzly bear while hiking in Yellowstone. Another had me paddling in the South China seas looking for the missing Malaysian Airlines aircraft. Yet another had me hurting my shoulder while doing recon work on an ISIS encampment in Afghanistan.
The truth is that I was wrestling with a Cheetah that had come upon me as I was setting up basecamp to climb K2 in the Himalayan Mountains. You say, Cheetahs in the Himalayan Mountains? Exactly! Who knew! Well, me now. Won’t make that mistake again. Will bring my Cheetah-Away Spray on future trips.
Anyway, enough about you – let’s hear more about me. Shoulder is recovering nicely (doctor was pleased with his own work – what a shock), will be another several months of wearing a sling and physical therapy, but light at the end of the tunnel. The first (and last) casualty of this whole ordeal has been the loss of a normal night sleep, but hoping that will return in time.
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PS: I had to use stock photos on this post since crack addicts in the projects (ahem, housing development) where I live stole my camera. Bastards.