The other day I stopped by Calling The Dog’s house for a little wine and grub. Being that she recently had rotator cuff surgery, and I was in charge of dessert, I picked up a box of Citracal chocolate chews at the nearby drug store on the way to her house.
We were discussing rehab and, as I shared my favorite physical therapy moves with her, I extended my arms so she could see how different they look; specifically, the fact that I can’t naturally turn my left arm inside out without using my right hand to move the top part of my arm. “You see that? It turns on a dime,” I told her. “Wow,” she replied with both her eyes and her mouth.
I then extended my left arm, again, so she could hear it pop. “I heard it,” she said. “No, that wasn’t it. That was my wrist and it was just a little snap, not a pop,” I advised, continuing to extend my arm until it popped. “That’s it.”
Before we knew it was time for me to head out, sans dessert. No worries, I’ve got plenty of chocolate calcium chews at my house.