Oweeee..... *wince*
Aug. 22nd, 2007 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eirenicalSo... it's been a while. I realize that. I plead a back injury and being out-of-state and away from my life for the last two months.
Yeah. I know how pathetic that sounds. Believe me, it feels even more pathetic.
I've been back at work on restricted duty and limited hours for the last 2-3 weeks. I have since come to the conclusion that I hate my coworkers. Nearly every single one of them. *Insert nasally mimic voice of my boss here* "But doc, I mean really. Can't you pick up a piece of paper?"
*fumes* No. No, I can't. It's not about the weight of the paper, which -- I'll grant you -- is negligible. It's about the bending to pick it up. *more fuming* Morons.
On the upside, I finally, after 2 and a half months of begging, got my epidural steroid injection. The improvement wasn't miraculous, but there was improvement. *gibbers in excitement* It may take one or two more and it may take time, but folks -- I do believe I'm on the mend.
Now... if I can just survive the remaining month of having full-on 24/7 live-in contact with my parents... I'll be fine! *slightly insane-around-the-edges giggling*
OK. Going away, now...
16:30 -- Addendum: Oh yeah... Did I mention that I got to be a dorky squealy fangirl again last week? *massive squeeage* Probably my favorite author (Patrick Thomas) was at Between Books again for a panel discussion of a new anthology he's been published in (published the ex-boyfriend of one of my best friends... *shrugs* Small world, ne?). My friend Tina and I naturally went to see him again. We sat down and he gave us a big smile, then turned to the author next to him and proudly proclaimed, "Those are the girls who bounced and squealed at me. It was the first time that's ever happened!"
*more massive squeeage* I've been remembered! <3 *_* <3 *happy sighs*
Yeah. I know how pathetic that sounds. Believe me, it feels even more pathetic.
I've been back at work on restricted duty and limited hours for the last 2-3 weeks. I have since come to the conclusion that I hate my coworkers. Nearly every single one of them. *Insert nasally mimic voice of my boss here* "But doc, I mean really. Can't you pick up a piece of paper?"
*fumes* No. No, I can't. It's not about the weight of the paper, which -- I'll grant you -- is negligible. It's about the bending to pick it up. *more fuming* Morons.
On the upside, I finally, after 2 and a half months of begging, got my epidural steroid injection. The improvement wasn't miraculous, but there was improvement. *gibbers in excitement* It may take one or two more and it may take time, but folks -- I do believe I'm on the mend.
Now... if I can just survive the remaining month of having full-on 24/7 live-in contact with my parents... I'll be fine! *slightly insane-around-the-edges giggling*
OK. Going away, now...
16:30 -- Addendum: Oh yeah... Did I mention that I got to be a dorky squealy fangirl again last week? *massive squeeage* Probably my favorite author (Patrick Thomas) was at Between Books again for a panel discussion of a new anthology he's been published in (published the ex-boyfriend of one of my best friends... *shrugs* Small world, ne?). My friend Tina and I naturally went to see him again. We sat down and he gave us a big smile, then turned to the author next to him and proudly proclaimed, "Those are the girls who bounced and squealed at me. It was the first time that's ever happened!"
*more massive squeeage* I've been remembered! <3 *_* <3 *happy sighs*
