WELL CRAP.

It's official. I will be having shoulder surgery, thus ending my softball season. I like my doctor. Poor guy, he's gonna learn an awful lot about me the next 4 months. He learned last night that I ask embarassing questions. I asked him how to shave my armpit. Because I am NOT going to be subjected to one hairy armpit. He started laughing and put his head down. But he did come up with a way I could do it.

At least I wasn't the guy with the two broken arms that were casted from wrist to armpit. Dr. Z had to tell HIM how to wipe his ass.