Wrangler Dani

Apparently I have reached the age at which sleeping in the wrong position can lead to eye-popping pain levels. On Saturday night, I had some minor discomfort in my shoulder, which by Sunday morning was at full-blown ice-pack-Advil-make-it-stop levels.

Of course I was tempted to feel sorry for myself, and The Gratitude Project, as it always does, slapped me in the middle of my wallowing. Nobody likes a bum shoulder, but I have to admit that there’s much to be grateful for here.

I’m grateful for Adam, who has selflessly helped me get my arms through sleeves (harder then you’d think) and take care of myself. I’m grateful that we live in the country, but that we’re also 10 minutes away from a pharmacy for surprise gimpiness. I’m grateful for the ease of modern medicine, that Advil and ice packs and kinesiology tape are relatively easy and cheap to purchase when you need them (also, how amazing is it that our bodies heal themselves? Wow).

Of course, this makes me really grateful, most of all, that I don’t have pain like this most of the time. An uncomfortable shoulder makes a comfortable one seem like a diamond-crusted luxury, and it really is. Today I’m going to be grateful for all the joints and muscles that aren’t sore – and I hope to continue that even after my bum shoulder heals up.