So, I am running behind already this morning, and I hate starting the day out this way. I overslept, if you can believe it, considering all I have done recently is sleep.
I managed to make it until four yesterday afternoon at work, and that was miraculous. By then I could barely make it into the house, but I accomplished alot at work. I am feeling somewhat stronger so far this morning, but the pain is still there. At this point, I will take what I can get.
I got a compliment yesterday. It made me feel really g-r-e-a-t. Some idiot tow truck driver, twelve feet tall and two inches wide, his pants so large that he had them doubled over in the front and belted, who looked like he hadn't showered in days, smoking a pipe, said to me: "you are sort of gimpy, aren't you?" I replied that I was, He said I and freakin quote: "You sure are a good lookin' gimp!" Thanks a hell of a lot, fucker. Out.