I am having shoulder drama. Whatever. Shoulder drama isn't new. What's new, this time, is that after a month of ibuprofen abuse, and ice packs, and chiropractic appointments (two or three times a week), my doctor looked at me, with a bit of concern, and said, "I think we should schedule an MRI." Cue panic, and everyone I know sharing rotator cuff stories, and finally me being so bored with the whole thing that I start moving conference room tables again because it's just pain, after all.