MRI came back clear. I've been referred to a vascular specialist, but this one specializes in TOS (thoracic outlet syndrome). He can't see me until August. So I've been managing while being a basket case at the same time. Don't ask how that works. Up until Tuesday, shortly before noon, I was ready to beat people. Between the stress of work and then with my arm, I was done. I ran out of the office on my lunch break and, while looking both ways to cross the street, managed to sprain my ankle. It's always comforting with your doctor is mortified by the amount of bruising you have and your ability to laugh at the amount of pain your in.
So I'm in a boot, sleeping with heat for both my shoulder and for my sinuses. At that moment I fell out of my shoes though, after I started to wonder about people flying out of there shoes when hit by a car, I laughed. Not from the pain either, but just because I realized the cosmos was telling me I need to let the things I can't help go. People suck and they will drain your sparkle. Which has been happening a lot lately. I know things will work out in the end. :)
Though the need to draw and cut fabric again is pulling at me and I'm on pain meds currently because of my ankle. I might try to finish a few things this weekend.