I tend to delete pictures off IG. Most importantly, when they are more private or if my face is on them. I post them, leave them up for a couple of hours and then I feel stupid that I thought I was important enough to share my private stuff.
I mentioned it before, but in some ways, it always feels different on here. And, let’s be honest, I am not sharing my face here all that much either.
Anyway… Here is the caption I wrote under the pic:
This is an adhesive capsulitis 5 weeks after an acromioplasty, biceps tendonesis, and subacromial decompression. All these beautiful words just mean that some bone was shaved away, my biceps was moved and reattached to a different place, and some room was made for the ligaments to move easier. And now I am in pain again because of a threatening frozen shoulder because my shoulder capsule is inflamed. As you can see, there is nothing to see from the outside apart from three tiny scars. Two on the front of the shoulder and one on the back. The doctor prescribed eight more weeks to recovery and more physiotherapy.
And I feel like it is one of those days when a song from the past feels like a comforting blanket.
Lux Lisbon – your heart is a weapon the size of your fist
Lux Lisbon is a project from the British musician Stuart Rook. The above song was on an album called “Get some Scars” released in 2014. Right now, Stuart is releasing songs regularly. And they are all quite good.
Have a nice evening, I’ll cuddle myself in a warm blanket and watch my favourite movie: A Few Good Men.
And I will burst at my seams with happiness and excitement. I want to tell you everything and more.
All of the thoughts that keep us down are the ones that help us thrive.
And because I am me, band and a song starting with #A
Agent Fresco – Autumn Red
I can’t just let you fall asleep Keep your eyes on me Keep your eyes on me and please Can we all agree Our dreaming tree bleeds The autumn red reaps more than heads The forest falls with leaves of surrender Let all be said before regret These bloody bandages will bury us forever (Arnor Dan)
…draws to a close. The mind, the mood – it wasn’t brightened by the sun caressing my skin or the wind playing with my hair. Preoccupied with the all too familiar pain, I listened to my body and bathed in the hurt. It’s one step forward and two steps back. Progress that fades too quickly and turns a small success into a large nothing. Today’s level of pain was a 7. And it was frustrating. Now I am here, in my bed. I am listening to some music. An eclectic mix. As always.
Ólafur Arnalds (feat JFDR) – back to the sky
From the album “Some Kind of Peace” (2020)
Sivert Høyem – free as a bird/chained to the sky
From the album “Endless Love” (2014)
Agent Fresco – bemoan
From the album “Destrier” (2015)
Sólstafir – Fjara
From the album “Svartir Sandar (2012)
Petter Carlsen – I love the way you see the world
From the album “The sum of every shade” (2020)
Fun fact: all of these artists are either from Iceland or from Norway. Something I only noticed now. Five very different songs and artists. Maybe you’ll like one or two or all.
This is dream pop from a local band. I once knew the guitarist a bit and have a couple of funny stories to tell. I like this project. It is understated and yet so full of emotions. My husband doesn’t like the vocals; I like them and their fragility.
Big hugs to all of you.
Isn’t music like magic? Putting a smile on one’s face and opening the heart? Beautiful. ❤💜❤💜