Monday, February 2, 2009

What? I'm Here for Your Amusement?

Because for the past couple of weeks, I've had more important things to do than amuse you. Not necessarily more fun, just more important.

For some years, my wife has suffered frequent chronic pain from a bulging cervical disc, and on MLK day it decided to go "full bore" and severely pinch a couple of nerves, leaving her unable to lift anything heavier than an coffee cup for a couple of days, and bouncing from clinic to ER to clinic getting X-Rays done and MRI's scheduled. She's doing better now, and we've finally got a doctor to start paying attention to it, so maybe instead of getting a new script for Flexeril every time this happens, she'll get TREATMENT, and maybe even permanent relief.

This last week brought business travel with it, and instead of blogging in the evenings I was in Florida drinking. So there. I thought for a bit I wouldn't make it back, too. First, there were a bunch of bored Floridian kids throwing molotov cocktails all over the place, slowing me up. As if that weren't enough, once I got to the airport i found out my flight was delayed, so late that my connection was in danger. So I cried out for magic - both to wreak vengeance on the teens and salvage my travel plans. Shortly a short, gnomish old dude came to the gate, made the Sign of the Devil and told me I would make my connection. I did.



Now these two items don't account for 100% of my time, but they do account for a lot of it. The rest of the time I just didn't have it in me. But I think I do now.

3 comments:

MRMacrum said...

I find nothing amusing about this at all. This is serious business and not to be taken lightly. There are people whose lives depend on the words you write here. So here for our amusement? I do not think so. You are here for our survival. ;)

I love how doctors love to try and treat eveything with one lind of drug or another. Or they seem to want to open you up. My own back issues that popped up when I was a mover 35 years ago had similar attitudes from the doctors. I would not take any more "relaxants" nor would I let them cut me. Serious therapy for about 8 weeks with the Baltimore Colts Chiropracter did the trick. Tell your wife I feel for her and can understand the frustration of a problem no one seems to be able or willing to deal with.

Randal Graves said...

Slacker.

Glad to hear your wife is feeling better. Must have been all those pills, right?

You know, I remember getting bored as a youth. Can't say I ever tossed a molotov cocktail on anything. This is why they invented violent video games!

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