Oh, hi...I have a blog.

Unfortunately, I haven't had much of a life as of late. Things have been pretty much wake up, work, return home, repeat. I haven't been sleeping well, nor have I been spending much time with friends or even out of the house.

I've been extremely home sick for San Diego and have been missing my old job. Not so much working at Bob's Hogs - oh fuck it - Borders - but the feeling I had there of being successful and capable; especially knowing that my opinion was valued as part of a greater team working toward a common goal.

It's really surprising how hard this job change has been for me. I try every day to let things roll off my back and keep things on a superficial level. But I am struggling to learn a system that contains nothing but exceptions to the rules, dealing with constantly being attacked simply for being the low person on the totem pole, and having my decisions being contradicted time after time. This past week was especially bad.

I told myself that after the last year at Borders, when I worked under a new supervisor that I had difficulty with, I would not work at another job that brought me to tears on a regular basis. Prior to that year, I LOVED my job at Borders and enjoyed a lot of success. But how do you find your perfect job when you get laid off and the job market is crazy bad?

While I'm loving the purchasing aspects of my new job (the minimal ones I'm allowed to do), the politics of working in a state job, and the attitudes of the other employees have been very difficult to adjust to. Everyone I work with feels that their job is completely secure no matter what they choose to do, short of disappearing for a week or two or going on a shooting spree, so they can behave in whatever manner they want. My boss is aware of the bad attitudes of several of my co-workers and has discussed it with me, but will do nothing to address the issue directly.

Adding to the problems is the fact that my boss tends to change expectations when it comes to my job. One week she wants things done one way, the next she wants them done another. There is little consistency, so I often need to re-ask questions about how she wants things, which often earns me a comment about how this particular item has already been explained to me. I was told that the learning curve for my job is one year, but suddenly the expectation is that I learn things NOW, and don't ask too many questions.

When the work day is over, I want nothing more than to come home and get into bed. Which is all I've done for the last few weeks. I haven't even managed to get to the grocery store. I don't want to socialize, I don't want to go out, I just want to curl up and sleep, which I've managed to do plenty of. Left to my own devices, I can't fall asleep until 3 AM, but I'm sleeping in until the afternoon. Something I haven't done since before my heavy-duty depression meds.

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Jesus Christ. I slack off for a little while around here and the place goes to shit. My stats are down, my biggest search result is for "Afrin Addiction" (even, it appears, someone looking for Afrin addicts for a national TV show?! Too bad I've been ill!) and my main page is showing nothing.

Time to get crackin'!

I've been laid up in bed for the last week fighting off a giant wad of mucus that lodged itself inside my sinuses. I had to use the Neti pot every two hours for several days to clean out my insides. It was just this mass of nastiness that came pouring out every time I would blow my nose. So pretty. I'll spare you any more details on that front. Also blessed with a raging sore throat, I finally gave in and went to the doctor on Saturday after my fever spiked at 101 degrees Friday night. He gave me antibiotics for a sinus infection but swears that it's all allergy related. Thanks Doc. I can barely afford to pay for this visit, but I'll schedule a trip to the allergist ASAP! Just give me the drugs and get me home.

Finally able to get out of bed for decent stretches of time, I've got to get the house in order for my family that's coming to town next Monday. I'm sure a thorough house cleaning won't stir up anything I might be allergic to!

And then there's The Jeffrey incident...

Saturday evening I sent Frinklin out to play with Kevin and a bunch of friends from Frost Park. They went to dinner and the Dock Yard Derby Dames bout. I was bummed to miss it, but had no voice nor lungs with which to cheer. He had a great time, but upon returning home at 10 PM that evening the dogs were bouncing around like crazy things. I was trying to settle them down when Perdita decided that she MUST have the thing that Jeffrey was chewing on in his excitement.

Jeffrey was lying on the end of our bed and Perdi leaped on his head, growling. When Jeffrey growled back in a playful way, she took it seriously and latched onto his head. Frinklin immediately pulled Perdi off The Jeffrey, but she seemed to be caught, and a moment later when she came away, we could see why. In the 5 seconds that the minor argument over a stupid dog toy had taken, she had torn open the front edge of his ear and it was gushing blood. Blood all over me, all over the bedspread, all over the floor, the wall - everywhere. It was like a B-grade slasher movie in our bedroom and The Jeffrey was the victim.

Suddenly I felt great. All the adrenaline in my body shut down the sick molecules and I felt 110%. I brought The Jeffrey into the dining room to look at his dripping ear and started issuing commands:

"Honey, can you please get me a towel to hold to his ear? It's not deep, it's just bleeding a lot. And then I need to get dressed so we can take him to the emergency vet. Did you check to make sure Perdi was OK before you put her in her crate? Can you hold him please? Hold the towel here. I'm going to put my bra on so we can go!"

Two minutes later we were in the car, Frinklin driving and me sitting with The Jeffrey. The emergency vet visit was quick. Upon examination she decided he needed surgery to cut away a strip and sew up the laceration. A few facial cuts had to be dressed and tended. Pick up at 1 AM. As we said goodbye and paid (in advance, of course) my adrenaline wore off and the sleeping pill I had taken at 9:30 (so long ago!) caught up with me. Woozy and stumbling, I slurred my speech as I spoke to the receptionist. Thank God Frinklin was with it.

I barely woke up when my pup came home in the middle of the night. He had to be lifted onto our bed where he sleeps with us. The next morning I awoke to a very, very unhappy dog.

In this one you can really see the how he looks like a beat up boxer...

Poor thing. He looked like a lopsided mummy for a day, but the bandages came off this morning and he's outside lying in the sunshine right now. The are no hard feelings between he and Perdita.

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This morning while in a hurry to get out the door to meet the usual group for Sunday breakfast I noticed a suspicious lack of noise coming from one corner of the dining room. Normally this spot is home to Gilbert, my fussy grey cockatiel I've owned since I was nine (if you're doing the math that's 22 years). His large cage appeared to be empty, until I saw his small, motionless body lying on his side on the floor. I sucked in my breath quickly, alerting Frinklin that something was wrong, and rushed to open the cage.

I bought Gilbert from the now-defunct Ramona Bird Farm with the earnings I made my first year of 4-H. I was going through an Anne of Green Gables phase at the time and named him after Gilbert Blythe. He kept a series of parakeets company over the years. Gil never backed down from cats and was fascinated by dogs and loved to ride around on Matchbox's back. Although he never learned to talk he could wolf-whistle like nobody's business.

Frinklin and I have joked for a long time that Gilbert would never die. Guessing life spans for cockatiels is just that - a guessing game. Could be 5 years, could be 20 years. A bird vet once told me that feeding him birdseed was like feeding him cheeseburgers and fries and that I should be giving him pellets. We switched him to pellets and he responded by throwing the pellets at me every time I walked by. He was back to burgers and fries after a couple of weeks. I figured making him happy was more important than making him healthy at his age (18 at the time).

Gilbert's been around so long I can't remember a time that I didn't have him. It's literally been 2/3 of my life. In the next few days I'll need to clean out his cage (once I finally recover from the virus that has sapped my will to live) and decide what to do with it.

Bird people are unique people. Over the last few years I've gone from owning several birds to now owning none. I'm not sure if I'm ready to be a regular person.

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1 Sorry to hear about the loss of Gilbert. I'm not a bird person but I am a pet person

Posted by: Eden at April 21, 2008 07:02 AM (BDCWt)

2 I'm glad I got the chance to get to know him a little. I'll be sure to pass on any pics I snapped in recent months. He made me happy 'cause I grew up with a cockatiel named Zane. RIP Gilbert!

Posted by: KevinFreitas at April 21, 2008 12:18 PM (/fI+2)

3 Even though I've only known Gilbert for a fraction of his life, I'll definitely miss the guy. I'm glad he had such great bird parents during his two decades, and then some, lifetime.

Posted by: Cassioposa at April 21, 2008 12:28 PM (/fI+2)

4 So sorry to hear about Gilbert.

Posted by: Jen at April 22, 2008 07:07 PM (LMqvC)

5 awww, bunny. Here I was so involed in "headupmyass" land, I didn't know this. hugs, and condolences...

Posted by: JCBetty at May 01, 2008 07:57 PM (lvOTL)

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When one thinks of gout, you don't picture it being a disease that waylays modern folks in this century. Sort of like scurvy, dropsy, or even consumption. While these conditions still exist, in the Western World we just don't worry about them as they did in say, the 19th Century.

But when Frinklin began feeling stabbing pains in his right toe so painful that he was almost in tears, I suggested that we head to the doctor. He had felt something similar every 6 - 8 months that lasted for a few days, but never anywhere near this level of pain.

The doctor was busy and so we headed to Ugent Care. With a few careful prods to Frinklin's toe the doctor proclaimed, "Gout!" and sent us out the door. Frinklin was provided with a couple of prescriptions for anti-inflammation and reduction of uric acid as well as instructions on changes in diet.

I left with a smirk on my face. Why? Because one of the major causes of gout is eating too much red meat. It causes a build-up of purines in the system, which leads to too much uric acid, which causes gout; a swelling of the joints as a response to a deposit of uric acid crystals. And I've been telling my husband to eat less red meat for a very long time.

I'm not the type to lord it over someone when I'm right. But honey? I'm so right on this one.

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1 Dude, Frinklin, lay off the venison. My grandpa had gout and he was a butcher for many many years. I'm with Ensie--before he got it I thought it was something like scurvy. Get better!

Posted by: Erik Hanberg at March 06, 2008 12:02 PM (9T8gB)

2 I'm not the type to lord it over someone when I'm right. Wha huh? You aren't? Have you met you?

Posted by: frinklin at March 06, 2008 04:32 PM (yNgp+)

3 OK, maybe I'm one to lord it over YOU when I'm right.

Posted by: ensie at March 06, 2008 06:01 PM (yNgp+)

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I'm still sick, just so you all know. This is the worst sinus infection I've ever had. I am taking a 2-in-one combination antibiotic and a prescription decongestant, but still feel bleh. My doctor even told me to use Afrin for more than the 3 recommended days if needed.

I hate using Afrin, having gone through an Afrin addiction that lasted several years. If you've ever used the stuff for too long, you can end up with a "rebound effect," where your nasal passages freak out and thwart all attempts to breathe when you stop the spray. Stopping cold turkey will give you worst sinus headache in the history of the world in addition to sealing your nasal passages shut anywhere from 12 hours to a week! This is an actual medical condition known as Rhinitis Medicamentosa.

It's pretty amazing the number of people who are, or who have been, addicted to Afrin. Some people have been addicted for more than 25 years!

The best way I found to get over the addiction is to mix saline spray with the Afrin, gradually increasing the amount of saline in the mixture until the mixture is essentially pure saline. You can continue to use the spray as often as needed, and you don't get the absolute misery that goes with quitting quickly. I believe I used Nostrate's kit to wean myself, leaving me free from my spray bottle after 30 days. They even offer a second kit free if you aren't free and clear with one. UPDATE 1/19/09: Nostrate is no longer available. Please see the bottom of this entry for Rhinostat information, which uses the same system to break the Afrin addiction.

I haven't used Afrin for 3 years, and currently I've been diluting it with saline spray in order to keep the concentration down. It seems to be working - my nasal passages aren't swollen and I only have to use a little bit of the stuff in the evenings. The rest of the day I'm blowing my nose constantly due to the infection (so pretty), but don't feel the need to use anything else.

I am prone to sinus problems, and the best thing I've found for daily use is the Neti Pot (hilarious demonstration video here). This was recommended by a pregnant friend who had a terrible cold but couldn't take any decongestants.

I had to send Frinklin into another room for the first few times I used the Neti Pot, as the process would make us laugh hysterically. But I became a believer after a couple of uses. It does take a few tries to find the right angle, but is quick and painless. Frinklin eventually started using the pot, and my 16 year-old brother is also a convert (if you thought Frinklin and I laughed, just try showing it to a teenage boy!). I've tried to get my Mom to try it, but she is completely freaked out by the whole idea. Your loss, Mom.

This is such a weird thing to be addicted to, and it might sound stupid if you've never been through it, but trust me - it's intense.

UPDATE 1/19/09: It appears that the nostrate website is no longer available. There is another website which offers the same general treatment system, and it's even something you can get free if your doctor orders it. If you want to order it yourself the kit is $35 plus shipping. It sounds expensive, but if you add up what you are paying for Afrin each month, it's really quite a deal! Good luck!

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1 Taking Afrin scares me. I try not to use it too much. After many recommendations from friends, I used the Neti pot for the first time last year and it really helped with clearing up a sinus infection. But now that I am better it has been hard for me to use. When I use it, the pressure really builds up and I feel like I am swimming underwater. I would still recommend it though.

Posted by: Stefani at May 26, 2007 09:19 PM (4aY2Q)

2 My Dad is addicted to Afrin right now. It's good to read other people's stories to pass along bits of wisdom to him. Also, I love my neti pot. I use it almost daily, and I'm convinced it pretty much got rid of my allergies. I used to get sinus infections all the time - no more!

Posted by: Noelle at June 12, 2007 09:04 PM (gvYLJ)

3 I have been using Afrin everyday sometimes 5=6 times a day for about 10 years. Last week I took a sinus pill containing pseudoephredrine. It helped with my congestion all day = no need to use Afrin. Maybe every other day I take the sinus pill and I only use the Afrin before bedtime. But for me the only sinus pill that works must contain the pseudoephredrine. Good luck to all of you.

Posted by: Paula at February 06, 2008 07:19 PM (bQbts)

4 The problem with using pseudoephedrine is that it isn't good for you, especially if you have a heart murmur, like I do. I inherited a mitrol valve prolapse from my mother, and she has the same sinus problems I have. She took a decongestant for several years that contained pseudoephedrine until she finally gave herself heart palpitations. Now she is careful not to take any decongestant that has pseudoephedrine in it. Get off both the Afrin and the pseudoephedrine if you can, talk to a doctor if you need to.

Posted by: ensie at February 06, 2008 08:14 PM (6We+3)

5 I have been on Afrin for years. When I get bad sinus infections and get antibiotics I can get off the Afrin for a while but I always go back. I started taking Claritin-D and it helps me not use the Afrin as much. Last week I got the worse sinus infection ever and could not breathe. I was using the Afrin constantly and only got a little relief. I realize I have a problem and scheduled an appointment with a doctor to help me get off the Afrin. I realized I had a problem when I asked myself one day what if I was in jail or something and couldn't get my Afrin what would I do! Sounds crazy but true. Not sure where the being in jail thing came from. Wish me luck and if you're a Afrin user like me, seek help. Good luck!

Posted by: VThomas at March 25, 2008 01:25 PM (vqwRC)

6 Beware the addiction to nasal sprays. They are about self perpetuating..EVen if you had normal sinuses before being exposed to nasal sprays, after a while you CAN'T get off of them cuz of the rebound. Some side effect people on nasal sprays can get include: PALPITATIONS, HEART ARRYTHMIAS, which may be serious and intolerable,ANXIETY, GLAUCOMA, PROTRATE TROUBLE,KIDNEY DAMAGE, LOTSA AND LOTSA PROBLEMS!! Google it! This stuff IS absorbed into your body. Neo-synephrine IS an actual heart medication. Afrin is similar to adrenaline, another heartmed-style nasal spray. Flonase IS A STEROID which wreaks havoc with your blood sugar, your bones, can cause moon face and rounded abdomens and weight gain, decreases ability to fight infections or heal, a real night mare. This stuff is way more dangerous and ADDICTIVE than people realize......good luck.

Posted by: Deb's Friend! at March 28, 2008 02:49 AM (Yzcoh)

7 Hi! A National Morning Show is looking for somebody who has been addicted to nasal sprays for many years and has been unable to break their addiction. We will be offering help from an expert on how to end the cycle! You will be needed tomorrow (4/25) as well as Monday morning (4/2 . Please email me at Robyn.factor@gmail.com asap if interested!

Posted by: Robyn at April 24, 2008 09:48 AM (hofQL)

8 My husband used Afrin for 15 years, but he did get over it. I have been so sick for 2 months so I used it for 5 days, and already there are signs of that rebound effect today. My husband warned me, so I am going to stop taking it now before it gets worse. Thanks for posting this.

Posted by: Chrissy at July 23, 2008 01:54 PM (ikwmF)

9 So many addictions and dont know how people will survive in the future.

Posted by: adiction at September 10, 2008 02:37 AM (i1Chk)

10 Well i used Afrin the last 3 years..and im starting to see blood in the mornigns...and also i feel the taste of blood...i dont know how to quit..

Posted by: Alexandra at January 14, 2009 09:50 AM (xeDYH)

11 If you are addicted to Afrin I suggest diluting it with saline drops. Like half and half at least and them maybe dilute it more in time. Use less, like 1 squirt per nostril. Also, take an allergy med nightly, like Zyrtec. At first I also took a Sudafed too. It helped me quit in around a month and a half. I knew it would be a slow process. I was tired of the way it was messing with me!!

Posted by: Missy at February 24, 2009 10:56 AM (w27Yw)

12 I've been using it for about 3 months now. I decided to stop...a second ago. Haha my mom threw away my bottle once she started reading stuff like this. Even if you use the 12 hour stuff, once you abuse it so much it seems like your body forces you to start 2 doses a day, that's what I have been going through.

Posted by: Moe at March 14, 2009 05:15 PM (ad6yY)

13 Hi. only used afrin for maybe a month. started to use 4-5 times a day. Haven't used it for almost 24 hours, and it's been a tough 24 hours. I feel like I snorted to marbles, and they are stuck at the bridge of my nose. They are blocking anything from coming in or out. I just took a small amount of air in through one nostril, and I'm hoping that's the light at the end of the tunnell. Can't wait to be off this crap for good!

Posted by: Jaron at May 04, 2009 08:23 PM (kcwsy)

14 its not that bad.... ive been using afrin for two years now, and its the best ive ever been! before i was plugged, did not know how bad until i found afrin. now it seems to have plateaued at 2 times per day, sometimes one. just control yourself, and dont use it in excess. let yourself get stuffed up a little before squirting again. ive gotten it where i only wake up in the middle of the night once or twice a month. Happy!!

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I currently have a bad cold, or a terrible sinus infection (yum!). I've been in bed for several days, but hope to be alive again soon.

UPDATE: It is a nasty sinus infection, confirmed by the doctor this morning. Hello antibiotics!

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The flu appears to be gone. But then, just when you think it's safe--I have been running a low (just under 100 degrees) fever all week. Looks like another weekend of lying on the couch coming up. Wheee!

When it comes to my back, I decided the first thing to do was switch doctors. It's not that my old doctor was bad, it's just that he didn't seem to have a terribly great bedside manner. I much prefer women doctors for whatever reason, and when it comes to bedside manner, women usually spend more time listening to their patients. I know I'm biased, but women seem to understand women better.

First Dr. Woman confirmed what I had thought all along regarding my numb hands--I have carpal tunnel. Duh. Dr. Man had sent me to have lab work done and the cervical spine X-ray, all of which came back perfect. The braces Dr. Woman provided have elminated the pain and tingling that was waking me up at night. Follow up in a few weeks.

Secondly, Dr. Woman confirmed that I likely pulled a muscle in my back. Gentle movement, heating pad, and Advil. And finally, she found a pain point on my spine which warranted another X-ray, this time lumbar. Now I'm waiting on those results.

My body is going kicking and screaming out of my twenties. I turn thirty in less than three months.

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I feel like all I've done lately is apologize for not posting. But I have a note from my doctor!

Is it possible for the flu to cause back problems?

On Friday morning I woke up feeling ill and by 10 AM I was on my way home to sleep for seven hours. A fever of 102 degrees was capped off by a round of vomiting at 1 AM. During the long nap, my back started aching. By the next morning the fever was gone, I was unbelieveably stiff, and it's only gotten worse. The pain was bad enough that I had to cancel two meetings today and worked from home, typing on my laptop from the prone position.

The earliest my doctor can see me is tomorrow. Pray it's not a herniated disk, just a strained muscle or something. I just had a cervical spine X-ray recently to try to discover the reason my hands are going numb constantly. Think the lower back pain and the numb hands are related? Hopefully I'll find out tomorrow.

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Oh, the homesickness. In waves, like nausea. I've been absolutely miserable.

We've been just over two months and it's like a bell went off in my brain that, instead of saying, "ding!" is screaming, "I WANT TO GO HOOOOOOMMMEEEE!!" Then there are tears and sobbing and a weird panic attack that I actually felt coming on 1/2 hour before it hit.

I had finished eating dinner on Monday night and thought--odd, I feel as though I'm going to have an anxiety attack. Shortly after, I was preparing to go to bed and wham! Tears and gulping for air and uncontrollable shaking. After 15 or 20 minutes I was able to pull it together, only to be hit by another round of tears and shaking moments later (although I could breathe this time). I finally relaxed enough to watch some TV, read, and sleep (thanks to Simply Sleep).

Tuesday sucked. I've been having a difficult time adjusting at work. The people are relatively friendly, but each Bob's Hogs is going to be different, and this one certainly is. It makes me wonder if we were all just slackers down in San Diego. The random rules and restrictions at this particular store are playing havoc with my role as Queen of Everything. The staff at this store is proving less malleable to my way (the correct way) of doing everything. I was blessed to have a very successful program in San Diego that required a lot of time-consuming work, but relatively little outreach. Here, I find I have to do twice the amount of outreach and am reaping less than half of the benefits. Things are beginning to move, but I am impatient. I know realize how lucky I was previously. And I am feeling rather sick at the thought that I voluntarily gave that up.

Yesterday evening concluded with another round of tears, this time on the phone with my Mom. My family is extremely important to me, and I miss them more than I thought possible. How am I going to survive missing my younger sibling's high school years? How can I continue going to the movies without my best friend - my sister, Katie?

I'm feeling considerably better today, but it's more of a struggle than I anticipated

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When will I be better? I haven't done any of my usual chest-muscle activity lately in a real attempt at feeling well and whole again. Things I have not done in the last several weeks that I really wanted to do except it might bother my chest:

1. horseback riding
2. swimming
3. dog walking
4. delivering boxes of stuff to customers
5. Olympic gymnastics trial

OK--I probably wouldn't have done the last one even if I was feeling 100%.

Haven't I done my time? The only things I've lifted lately have been wedding cake sample albums at (plug for the bakery doing my wedding cake) It's A Piece A Cake. Apparently, wedding cake sample albums are the exact weight and size to cause my chest muscles to feel just like they did after I first injured them. I spent all day yesterday watching movies with an ice pack on my chest. Frinklin can smell me coming from 50 feet away with all the ICY HOT® I have smeared on.

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Keeping with my promise to blog each day this week, I will continue to type through the pain. The horrible chest pain!

Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. Just a bit.

I stayed late today to try and get some boxes packed up, and while lifting a particularly heavy box, I strained some muscles. In my chest. I had a moment of fear, thinking, this is a new chest pain I've never had before, I hope it's not serious, before realizing that my heart was beating just fine and I could also breathe. I've heard that having a heart-attack makes you feel as though an elephant is sitting on your chest, and this didn't feel like an elephant. More like a large dog. Or maybe a goat. Possibly something as large as a pygmy hippopotamus (interesting fact on that website under the subtitle Special Adaptations; Skin Secretions: The pygmy hippo does not swear [sic]. I think they mean to say that it does not sweat. But I could be wrong. Maybe it has a heightened sense of morality).

The point is - it fucking hurt. I went to the closest urgent care to make absolutely sure I hadn't seriously injured myself. They were really excited to see me, as they had closed just 5 minutes before I arrived. And I got to fill out some really fun patient information forms as it was my first time there. I got all of 1 minute with the actual doctor, who diagnosed me with a chest muscle strain from five feet away by never touching any part of me. He said the first couple of days will be painful, but I should expect about an 80% reduction in pain after that time. If I'm not feeling better after this weekend, I have to go in for X-rays. Whoopie.

What really sucks is that my job lately can be broken down into two important areas: paperwork and moving heavy boxes. I have a lot of heavy boxes to move, and no chest muscles to do it with. I wish I had an assistant. Then I could delegate my responsibility to him/her. Maybe they can just appoint me a valet, or something. I'm not very good at delegating, but I'm sure with practice I could get much better.

I also saw a new homeless man today on that same corner. Nothing really remarkable about him, but his sign sign now said: WAS LIVING THE GOOD LIFE UNTIL A DRUNK DRIVER HIT ME. NOW, BACK AND LEGS ARE FUCKED UP. ANYTHING WILL HELP. GOD BLESS.

God bless you sir. And your fucked up back and legs.

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