Jan. 11th, 2008

Watching American Justice. LOL of the day from a former mob informant discussing one of the bosses:

"He was getting older, he had bad asthma, he was hooked on heroin...for his asthma..."

Yeah, I know most people get hooked because they're just looking for an asthma cure. First dose is free!

I have quite a bit of pain in my wrist but I need to learn to type with the splint on, so I'm working my way through the comments threads I've let pile up, not to mention the emails. I'm going to post a bit later today to the Storyteller journal and Jack & Ellis to let people who don't read this journal know; sorry in advance for spammage.

I'm still having the occasional dream about Bernard as well, generally very violent dreams about shouting and fistfights. I wake up tense, but no longer feel like I can't function after having them. Mum is working through it too, and has come to the conclusion that it's quite likely her own father had AS. Normally I would worry about this, but she isn't blaming herself for carrying the gene, so it's just...more information. No knowledge is ever wasted, is what I keep telling her. But it is hard to think about. I've gone through the DSM-IV criteria for AS to test myself for it, but I fail at least half of the diagnostic points necessary.

If I can get through work today I can come home and order a pizza, have a beer, and spend the weekend with my arm up, watching videos and maybe writing a bit. I'm tempted to start dictating my writing to my mp3 recorder so that I can type it at leisure once the pain dies down.

2008 is going to be a good year, I think. Right now I just need to focus on getting through the next two weeks and then the training for my new job, getting my wrist healed, and staying on top of bills. I feel pretty optimistic, though; I can do this.
R has gone out of state for some corrective surgery for an old injury from his football days. It went well; my phone rang this evening and I saw his number come up so I answered...

S: Hey gimpy! How are you?
R: What?
S: Hi, R.
R: Hello?
S: Yes, I'm here, hi. How are you?
R: I'm good! The surgery was good. They got me on a morphine drip.
S: That must be awesome.
R: Yeah! And I stood up, I mean I haven't stood up, but I did stood up and there was no pain!
S: [thinking of morphine drip] That's so great. You did stood up, huh?
R: Yeah! But that might be, uh, there's this oxygen tube thing. And a morphine drip!
S: So do you go home tonight or are you staying at the hospital?
R: Am I coming home tonight?
S: Not here, I meant home with your family.
R: Nah, I'm going to stay here tonight. I have a morphine drip.
S: Well, I'll let you get back to enjoying that. Heal fast, okay?
R: Okay. The surgery was good!
S: I'm glad, R. I'm hanging up now, okay?
R: Okay! Goodnight!

I will never have another roommate as awesome as he is.

The sisters M and B came over for a while to fuss over my "broken wing" and eat cake and ice cream, but they've gone off to sell pot and tend bar respectively, so I'm camped out on the couch for the evening.

LET THERE BE MICROWAVE POPCORN.

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