Today makes two weeks since I asked to return to work. I'm just waiting on the call.
Me and mine went to see Cirq de Soleil- Delirium the other day and it was really cool. Great seats as usual.
She is officially moved in and my house seems nicer, better, and more comfortable with her and her things in it. Just going from room to room and looking at all our stuff together gives me a nice feeling. I guess the jitters were transient.
We are enjoying her spring break this week and plan to get out to the beach tomorrow and for the rest of the week. Mustang Island or South Padre area is the plan right now. I'm still heavy in the market and will have to take her laptop to keep up with my trading in the mornings at least. Last week was pretty bad and I've some making up to do... I just had to add twenty percent to my portfolio. It's a little painful.
Yeah, it's my birthday month and all is going very well. I've put a call into my doc that I'm ready to get back on the battlefield. Three days without meds and I'm handlin it ok. I was so excited last Sunday when I got to throw a football around with my girlfriend at the park. Beautiful day, beautiful park, beautiful girl, my sweet pup, and me actin all normal and throwin a football ! Very cool.
Please, please, please let this pain shit be over with.
I'm makin decent grades (read B's) and I am immersed in the stock trading thing. I swear I was watching this one stock trading on a chart minute by minute for about half an hour. Mesmerized, stomach churning, and I made bank... How am I gonna trade from the ICU? Um, excuse me Mr Bleedingalloverthefloor, but I have to sell these shares, be right back...
The sweetest one and I are staying at her place this weekend. It's the last weekend before she moves in and we're gonna treat it like a mini vacation rental. I'm getting a little jittery about the commitment. Not sure why. We're already together every day, but still with the jitters. It's only been 20 weeks and 3 days since we met and I just hate rushing into something so permanent... deep breath, every thing's fine.
Trading days in full swing now and we're off to a roaring start. 1% per day will keep me mighty happy! This morning was bleak in early trading as profit takers bailed but I'm hangin in there. Between this and classes, I've no time for the blog anymore. My return to the ICU seems extremely unlikely cause I just can't pick up anything heavy. Thank goodness for my sweet girl, taking such good care of me, and for being so patient.
It's official, I am addicted to expanding my music library.
Rock, pop, soul, folk, disco, country, electronica, trance, dance, trip-hop, lounge, oldies, r&b, blues, motown, showtunes, oldies, swing, jazz...and on and on and on! I love all that shit!
The dang Grammy's taunted me tonight and I've spent the past five hours adding to my collection, stopping only for sex of course.. I'm determined to fill up that 60 gig Ipod!
Only thirteen thousand more songs to go.
AND, tomorrow is our fourth-month anniversary, I get to strap it up. Better eat my Wheaties!
I'm havin a hell of a time trying to get back $361.95 that I paid this jerk arab person for the new 60gb Ipod Video... It's been three weeks and he/she sent me a broken (prob. stolen) alpine lcd screen instead... What a prick/cunt!
Hopefully paypal with save the day. For thirty-five more clams, I could have bought the thing from the apple store online. Oh well, next time...
So, our fourth-month anniversary is this week. We are blissfully happy. It's insane. I just can't get enough of her. We're practically living together now, but she's moving in with all her stuff next month. In the mean time, she's just paying rent on a really nice "storage apartment."
A trip to Europe is in the works... for I hope, a month this summer.
I am spending all my time with classes these days, and with stock research. We're pooling some money to play with in the market. Princess gonna try to make some bank!
Everything else is cool and I'm not gonna talk about that other crap that I always complain about... today is spa day, time for the hot wax.
She beats me 4 out of six times, scores bulls like they're off the board, and when she does get behind... watch out! I've never had such a competitive girlfriend. Cool.
What happens when you drink vodka and gatorade, take three Norco, four Ultram and two Skelaxin? You update your journal.
So, I was in Lubbock the other day, well for several days, attending yet another family funeral. I spent some quality time with my three sisters. The ones of us who can drink a lot, did. I even got a "Christian" guy on the flight drunk- He asked for it... Never fly "dry" is my motto. Water bottle full of Sky and I'm ready to fly.
There's something weird about Lubbock, Texas. It gives me a weird vibe being there. Maybe it's the semester I spent there when I was fifteen and coming out in the second-most conservative town in the country? Maybe it's partly the ex who may still be there? Anyway, I made sure to stay away from anywhere I might have happened upon her, (the grocery store).
The service was huge. Hundreds of people attended. My sisters' step father (the dead guy) was the DA in Lubbock for many years and a prominent attorney in town. The courts even rescheduled the day so the judges could attend. Pretty cool. And we all got a ride in the long white limos. Seriously, he was a really good guy. The kind of guy that everyone likes and respects. He had lung cancer and died two months after being diagnosed. Thank god for Hospice and Morphine!
How come there were about 20 kids under the age of ten and two screaming babies at the Underworld Evolution movie yesterday?
This movie is rated a strong R for violent content, graphic gore-filled scenes, explicit nudity and sex, yet I saw three little black kids in the row right next to me, have to beg their 'adult person' to leave about ten minutes into the show... They were scared!
Well, I had the 2nd opinion at Baylor with an Orthopod Professor and he pretty much agreed with my other doc, so I went ahead with the procedure yesterday.
She burned the nerves T-5,6,7 and 8 on the right of my spine. Problem came when I had to be awake and alert for it... I screamed my freakin head off. I can't explain what it's like to have big assed needles stuck in your back between your vertebral processes and once the nerve is identified (by screaming) then have it burned to death (takes about fifteen straight seconds of burning heat) while you feel all of it. AND if you move at all you can really cause bad shit to happen, like paralysis from the chest-down. I cried for three hours afterward. The kind where you can't catch your breath. See, it still feels like the needle is in there, in my back... They were kind enough to give me some IV morphine before sending me on my way. It's been a day and I'm stayin on top of the pain meds and I can't put any pressure on my back. It's bruised and swollen and has four holes in it.
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