something is happening to my left shoulder.

i don’t mean to complain about it. but on an objective level, i can see it does not like to stretch back so I can push my left arm into the sleeve of my down parka.

it doesn’t like to steer my car, either hard right or hard left.

it doesn’t like when i try to raise it up.

it doesn’t like to push or hold doors open for me. it doesn’t like when i tell it, “it’s OK. don’t worry about me. i can handle this on my own.” it seems to resent that.

it especially does not like when i use it to lift my laptop bag, grocery bags, garbage bags (i am sure there are more bags i could add to this list).

it likes it best when i put things down.

it doesn’t like any of the stretches i am trying to loosen its grip.

it doesn’t like when i challenge it.

it doesn’t like when i succumb to it.

it doesn’t like when i question it.

it doesn’t like it when i worry about it.

in fact, it would prefer if i did not even acknowledge it.

i get the sense that my left shoulder does not like me very much at all.