Good luck, Miss Slip! I'm off this afternoon to see the doc to get the results of my CAT scan (finally, 10 days later, the JOY of socialized medicine, the arm got much worse last weekend, but at least I can type, unlike your good self). Maybe. We'll see. I also get to vote for one gang of fair-to-middlin' socialists against a gang of REAL socialists in the provincial election. With luck I'll die of this neck/arm thing and go to heaven where there are no socialists, but there will be my dog (for sure) and my mom (maybe) and JPII and Ronaldus Maximus and Bach, Handel, Mozart, Brahms, and Mahler composing and conducting THUNDEROUSLY magnificent music for the glory of the Lord (did you know it's said that when the angels play music to the glory of God they play Bach, but that "en famille" they play Mozart?) and Rocket Richard playing hockey and we'll wait for Mrs. Thatcher and have a great time and NO Jane Fonda and NO George Lucas and NO FDR or Trudeau, etc.
Yeah, right, dream on, Mr. Lowest Circle of Hell!
good luck at the doc's, i hope he finds out why it is paining you so, arhgy. and you are not going anywhere yet, so just cool your jets. God isn't done with you yet : )