Stop whining!

 But why, it´s so addictive! Hubby decided this morning that he has had enough of swimming, began to pump the water of the pool out and cleaned the pool edge with chemicals. Weather is said to be fine for three days from today on. We will even get real warm temperatures up to 28 degrees, yet I did not protest against hubby´s zeal (what I consider the second-saddest work of the year after the elimination of the Christmas tree). And why is that so? Because I woke this morning to an arm I could barely move, and because it´s more fun, it is my right one even- I am right-handed! I can move it back almost normal. I can move it a bit forward, but it hurts. Moving sideward? Sheer hell! This would effectively keep me from breast-stroke swimming, so no protest on my part against preparing the pool for winter! And because I am fairly quick doing work with my left hand, I slammed the door of the dish washer, with my right thumb still in it. If I had a knife at hand I´d have loved to murder my dishwasher at that moment! The combination quick left- reluctant right is a bad one! My shoulder is so very mean, I cannot even read in bed, because even turning the pages over hurts like hell! And I really wish I´d have a Japanese bidet toilet...
I spent most of the day grumbling along. Hubby did the lunch, then I had a nap while he had not. As soon as my husband has a major project he is unstoppable. I will do more grumbling in front of the TV this evening, when I will reach for my raspberry juice with the right but wrong hand...