Sheet fire...

Wsa at the Physical Therapy today and the therapist was tryin' to stretch out somethin' and over did it and it felt like I had been shot at close range in the sholder with a pistol... She was horrified and, yeah, I screamed out mighty loud, and then director of the facility came into the room and as I sat there in agony it was decided that I needed to try somethin' else...

So, now I am waiting for my insurance company to okay an MRI that my doctor says is next and we'll just go from there...

This is 4 weeks now and I'm gettin' jus' a little sick and tired of it... Gig season begins in 6 weeks, I've got bookings and right now I can't even hold a geetar, let alone play it...

Purdy danged depressin'...

Plau, I ain't got no burnable evidence... That's the blues, folks, that's the blues...

B~