Last week I moved too fast into a chair for exercising and tipped the chair over with me in it. Bud heard me crash and came into the room to help me up, and I went on with my day. I just thought I had a bad bone bruise, the next day I swam with no pain and yet the day after swimming I realized something was seriously wrong. After a miserable night of no sleep I had an x-ray done. The x-ray showed a fracture on the tip of my shoulder blade, and four ribs fractured with it. Luckily the fracture didn't separate and are considered stable fractures. I find myself once again facing a long rehab. It's going to be eight weeks of down time for me; no swimming, no walking and no using the shoulder. I cried myself to sleep the first few nights. I miss my life! I miss my swim people, I miss my AA people, and the beach dogs that I used to see on a daily basis for loving and kisses. My strength is in knowing how to rehab. I have rehabbed every part of my body, so it seems... and yet have always come out of these rehabs stronger and more dedicated for health. My days are different now, because I am either on the bed or the sofa, but I have my Buddy Boy to give kisses and take my mind off the pain.