Once upon a time, the royal household received a delivery of pet supplies, a three pound bag of dog food and a twenty seven pound canister of cat litter. The King brought the big box up from the lobby and left it in the hallway of the royal apartment.
The royal household is run on a tight budget, so the hallway is more petit than it is grande, so the big box took up half the hallway, and the royal family members had to walk around or over the box to get from one side of the palace to the other. After five hours of this, the queen finally opened the box and took out the dog food and put it away. Then the Queen went to lift the heavy litter. Well, to be frank, the Queen was a little ticked off that no other member of the royal household was willing to put anything away, so she wasn’t really paying attention to how she took the litter out. And what happens when you don’t pay attention? The Queen ended up aggravating her right shoulder.
Alas, the pain was somewhat mild, so the Queen just went about her day and tried to make sure her shoulder didn’t aggravate her as much as her family aggravates her.
And though there was a twinge of pain, the Queen was able to get by.
Last evening, the Queen decided to end her week with a Queen-like bath: bath bomb, face mask, music, candle, hot tea, warm water. Perfection. After her water relaxation, the Queen began her post bath ritual- which is a plethora of lotions and creams. And as the Queen began applying her favorite lavender lotion, the Queen heard a pop of sorts. But the pop of sorts did not come from the speaker. No. This sound came from the Queen’s shoulder.
The Queen was in so much pain her eyes crossed. She was having trouble putting her robe on.
And the Queen exited the bathroom and started barking orders- someone heat up the heat wrap. Someone get me a pain reliever.
And the Queen went to lay in her bed.
The King and the Princess realized that they better move and move fast. The longer the Queen was out of commission, the worse it was going to be for them.
When the Queen woke up this morning she was feeling a little better (talk about waking up on the wrong side of 50…) but she knows that she can not push it, or pull it, or lift it. She knows that her shoulder is a big accident waiting to happen.
The Queen surveyed the Palace this morning and noticed that no one put anything away- dirty dishes on the coffee table, clean dishes in the dishwasher, clothes on the floor, snacks left on the kitchen counter.
The Queen was not (and is not) amused.
But the Queen is going to put a blindfold on and ignore the state of the palace.
The Queen is going to rest her shoulder.
So that they can live happily ever after.