OK .... This should be required reading for everyone who intends to have anything whatsoever to do with the political process. (From atuttle)
WE COULD DO IT HERE, FOLKS. If we could just get the goddamned pork-barrel profiteers out of the system.
OK .... This should be required reading for everyone who intends to have anything whatsoever to do with the political process. (From atuttle)
WE COULD DO IT HERE, FOLKS. If we could just get the goddamned pork-barrel profiteers out of the system.
So as I've previously mentioned, late Monday night another shard of bone worked its way out of my toe. This morning, the Abscess That Refuses To Completely Heal was oozing pus again.
So I talked to Dr. Ciccinelli and his nurse and surgical scheduler this afternoon, as the upshot of which I am now scheduled for surgery on my toe again next Friday afternoon at 3. The goal of this surgery will be to make sure there's no MORE bone shards floating around in there, take culture swabs to make sure there isn't a bone infection in the toe, clean everything out again, and hopefully give it a fresh start at healing up.
I am SO fucking tired of this shit. I used to be a pretty active guy before Mrs. Adams intruded her goddamn station wagon into my life. Now my repertoire of physical activities is primarily composed of jack and squat, and Jack's on a work-to-rule. I used to run everywhere I went on foot. I could run a five-minute mile and keep that pace up for several miles. Now the closest I can get to running is a sort of lurching shamble that I can keep up for fifty yards or so at a time, and I pay for it in spades for about the next two days. Our eight-year-old daughter can outrun me effortlessly; I can sometimes catch the four-year-old on level ground, if I'm lucky.
I hate this.