"We can rebuild you... we can make you stronger"
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Ran up a flight of stairs today with two sneakers on and didn't even touch the handrail. It's all about the little victories.
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Ran up a flight of stairs today with two sneakers on and didn't even touch the handrail. It's all about the little victories.
ok. I have this subscription cuz someone bumped me for free (or the site is just trying to entice old members...)
So... in the spirit that someone out there gives a shit about knowing what's going on my life:
1) I am now older. B-day was awesome and karaoke (as to be expected). OceanaGurl blessed me with her company and visited me for the weekend. Thank you, love, for putting up with my gimpy ass self. I hope you enjoyed being stoned all weekend for a change of pace. ;-)
2) I am ALMOST walking again. It's so close, I can feel it. Don't tell my doc or my physical therapist, but I've been walking around my apt-- still heavily supported on surrounding furniture (or my new purple pimp cane... thanks Brian!)
3) Going to Minnesota in less than a week! YAY WEDDINGS! Best wishes Katey n Nate!!
4) Working on getting a mic to record on my computer... starting to write again... and I can't wait to get my guitar from my sister (she drove it all the way to california for me!)
5) And in other news... my sister now lives outside Fresno! Huzzah. That means the babies (my 2 yr old niece and the one still baking in mom) will be closer to me, and Sara and her fam and I can do Thanksgivings together, so it's not always just me, Dan, and his mother (when she flies out to SF) out in California because I can't go home due to work.
6) Speaking of work... I'm not sure if I'll be able to go back to WI for Xmas this year... medical leave has pretty much fucked me over. Joy of my life. I'll probably just have to go back in January, perhaps.
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Alright. That's enough of an update. To those of you who care... I salute you.
So... in the spirit that someone out there gives a shit about knowing what's going on my life:
1) I am now older. B-day was awesome and karaoke (as to be expected). OceanaGurl blessed me with her company and visited me for the weekend. Thank you, love, for putting up with my gimpy ass self. I hope you enjoyed being stoned all weekend for a change of pace. ;-)
2) I am ALMOST walking again. It's so close, I can feel it. Don't tell my doc or my physical therapist, but I've been walking around my apt-- still heavily supported on surrounding furniture (or my new purple pimp cane... thanks Brian!)
3) Going to Minnesota in less than a week! YAY WEDDINGS!
Best wishes Katey n Nate!!4) Working on getting a mic to record on my computer... starting to write again... and I can't wait to get my guitar from my sister (she drove it all the way to california for me!)
5) And in other news... my sister now lives outside Fresno! Huzzah. That means the babies (my 2 yr old niece and the one still baking in mom) will be closer to me, and Sara and her fam and I can do Thanksgivings together, so it's not always just me, Dan, and his mother (when she flies out to SF) out in California because I can't go home due to work.
6) Speaking of work... I'm not sure if I'll be able to go back to WI for Xmas this year... medical leave has pretty much fucked me over. Joy of my life. I'll probably just have to go back in January, perhaps.
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Alright. That's enough of an update. To those of you who care... I salute you.
true blood, neon sour gummy worms, and miller high life.
That is all. Have a good night.
That is all. Have a good night.
Today I was given the opportunity to sign, as a witness, a stranger's end of life paperwork at the hospital, after running into a chaplain in the elevator at the hospital post-physical therapy. Saddest thing ever... to be dying in a hospital and have no one there but a stranger to witness your end of life wishes...
This makes me upset. I don't deal well with death, but I can't leave a person to die alone... Airborne contagions or not, I was in that hospital room with an elderly man who only spoke Chinese and looked like he couldn't have weighed more than 70 lbs. It unnerves me... the thought that one day I might only have a stranger by my death bed.
Someone must witness it.
I hope he gets wherever he wants to go. Good luck with your journey, old man.
This makes me upset. I don't deal well with death, but I can't leave a person to die alone... Airborne contagions or not, I was in that hospital room with an elderly man who only spoke Chinese and looked like he couldn't have weighed more than 70 lbs. It unnerves me... the thought that one day I might only have a stranger by my death bed.
Someone must witness it.
I hope he gets wherever he wants to go. Good luck with your journey, old man.
So today was a good day... Why? I shall explain...
1) Went to the doctor-- says ankle is doing well, and I'm now allowed to put minimal weight on it, and physical therapy has begun.
2) Got refund checky from hospital, adding a $600 bonus to my fundage this month.
3) Boyfriend gave me an airplane ticket to fly back to Minnesota for a good friend's wedding. God, I love him.
4) Ordered clothes for my sissy and self from the online, so new clothes == teh awesome. Especially when they're sizes you've not worn since high school.
Now it's time for a bowl and some EverQuest- perhaps some Led Zep as well. Oh, happy.
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
1) Went to the doctor-- says ankle is doing well, and I'm now allowed to put minimal weight on it, and physical therapy has begun.
2) Got refund checky from hospital, adding a $600 bonus to my fundage this month.
3) Boyfriend gave me an airplane ticket to fly back to Minnesota for a good friend's wedding. God, I love him.
4) Ordered clothes for my sissy and self from the online, so new clothes == teh awesome. Especially when they're sizes you've not worn since high school.
Now it's time for a bowl and some EverQuest- perhaps some Led Zep as well. Oh, happy.
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
It has become a war between them and me.
I sit at my computer at night, no headphones... no sounds. I listen carefully until I hear that familiar "skritch skritch skritch...." Then I wait. No typing. No movement. No breath. The only sound in the apt is the delicate hum of the refrigerator and the muffled dulcet tones of mariachi music drifting down from an upstairs neighbor.
I know where they come in. I know where they run. I realize my opportunity is small, and I must be faster than they are. There is only one stretch of exposed wall along their path, and if I'm not quick, they win. They never expect it though. They live their daily lives in fear of being hunted, yet didn't see me as a threat before.
But now... I'm ready. I'm patient. I'm armed.
The first few have fallen. Their bodies carelessly tossed out the window into the courtyard below... It's a warning to those who think they can get in.
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renegadefuzz: 2
mice: 0
I sit at my computer at night, no headphones... no sounds. I listen carefully until I hear that familiar "skritch skritch skritch...." Then I wait. No typing. No movement. No breath. The only sound in the apt is the delicate hum of the refrigerator and the muffled dulcet tones of mariachi music drifting down from an upstairs neighbor.
I know where they come in. I know where they run. I realize my opportunity is small, and I must be faster than they are. There is only one stretch of exposed wall along their path, and if I'm not quick, they win. They never expect it though. They live their daily lives in fear of being hunted, yet didn't see me as a threat before.
But now... I'm ready. I'm patient. I'm armed.
The first few have fallen. Their bodies carelessly tossed out the window into the courtyard below... It's a warning to those who think they can get in.
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renegadefuzz: 2
mice: 0
Things I've learned during the last 3 months on crutches....
- Riding around on those power scooters in the grocery store is as fun as it seems.
- People always want to wait for you to prove that they're being tolerant, even though it would be quicker if they just kept moving the fuck outta the way. Stopping for crutches is like bottle-necking at traffic accidents... I'm expecting you to keep moving, not stop to admire my shiny brace.
- People who text really do not pay attention to where they're walking.
- Chairs during wine tastings... FTW.
- Mentioning the word "crutches" is the fastest way to win any customer service argument over the phone.
- Don't feel fat when you want to eat all the time... You're burning more calories crutching than walking. (Seriously kids.. another 15 lbs.)
- You never have to do your own laundry, as carrying baskets of clothes to the basement with crutches is nearly impossible.
- People who move your crutches away from you are the Devil. They become your companion cube. They love you. You love them. Separation is difficult.
- Vintage elevators look really cool, but the heavy door covering the elevator is a pain in the ass.
- Friends who live on the 5th floor with a broken elevator no longer expect house calls.
- Car rides are AWESOME.
- Crutches function for the perfect chin rest while sitting on a bar-stool when sleepy.
- Also, always getting a seat in the bar is awesome.
- Best costume idea: Silver back gorilla... complete with "gorilla arms" going all the way down the front of the crutches, ending with curled knuckles on the floor.
- Riding around on those power scooters in the grocery store is as fun as it seems.
- People always want to wait for you to prove that they're being tolerant, even though it would be quicker if they just kept moving the fuck outta the way. Stopping for crutches is like bottle-necking at traffic accidents... I'm expecting you to keep moving, not stop to admire my shiny brace.
- People who text really do not pay attention to where they're walking.
- Chairs during wine tastings... FTW.
- Mentioning the word "crutches" is the fastest way to win any customer service argument over the phone.
- Don't feel fat when you want to eat all the time... You're burning more calories crutching than walking. (Seriously kids.. another 15 lbs.)
- You never have to do your own laundry, as carrying baskets of clothes to the basement with crutches is nearly impossible.
- People who move your crutches away from you are the Devil. They become your companion cube. They love you. You love them. Separation is difficult.
- Vintage elevators look really cool, but the heavy door covering the elevator is a pain in the ass.
- Friends who live on the 5th floor with a broken elevator no longer expect house calls.
- Car rides are AWESOME.
- Crutches function for the perfect chin rest while sitting on a bar-stool when sleepy.
- Also, always getting a seat in the bar is awesome.
- Best costume idea: Silver back gorilla... complete with "gorilla arms" going all the way down the front of the crutches, ending with curled knuckles on the floor.
Interesting... it appears as though I once again have an SG profile. Anyone still around? How's everyone been?
