I’ve reached the precipice...over the hump as it were. I have passed the two-week mark of my four weeks in a shoulder sling. Two more to go, and will be none too sad to leave the damn thing behind. Mark's least favorite topic of conversation for the past two weeks, "What happened to your arm?" I have been trying to come up with new and exciting stories to tell people as the “I had surgery to fix an old injury” line kind of leaves people tepid. I’m working on a few alternates like a gunshot to the shoulder in a drive by or I grabbed the arm of a baby as she fell from a 10-story roof just in the nick of time and saved her life, but dislocated my shoulder. Of course, I gutted through the pain until the child was safe and sound.