Another day, another trip to the doctor with my mother. This is a trip that, I hope, should leave her feeling much better. She has no cartilage left in one of her shoulders, so any movement means that her bones are grinding against each other. Indeed, when I hold her hand to help her get in and out of the car, I can feel that grinding bones vibrate down her arm. It’s creepy for me and extremely painful for her. Today, though, she gets a cortisone shot, so she should be feeling much less pain in a couple of days.
Meanwhile . . . posters and cartoons, with the usual thanks to Caped Crusader: