Yoga has hobbled me. I suspected a tweaked rotator cuff, so I headed to the walk-in clinic.
"What does the pain feel like?" The doctor asked.
"Kind of like when the Witch-King of Angmar stabbed Frodo with a Morgul blade," I replied.
"I’m not Elrond."
"I’m aware of that."
In the end, I got a referral.