Well, almost. The fact is I eat every couple of hours because that's my "dosing schedule" and I feel less nauseous if I take these pills with some food. You would think that being home all day, avidly avoiding, that I would have a bag of Cheetos in bed with me. A sultry idea, if it wasn't for the fact that it would turn my fingers orange - and therefore the keys on my laptop and probably everything else. Now, potato chips ... a salty idea... Oh, never mind.
Actually, if it wasn't for the fact that my legs are probably atrophying I would say that I'm in the best shape in my life. I'm developing a beautifully sculpted right shoulder from typing on my left side, my right arm supported by nothing but my sheer will and stubborn persistence. Of course, one would also have to ignore that persistent pain in my caboose.
I snack all day on carrots, apples, celery, prunes, yogurt, or raisins. And, I drink lots of water. Which means by dinner, I'm not terribly hungry. Turns out it's a pretty healthy diet and even allows for an occasional cookie or two. (The toffee, sadly, is all gone.) You might think that I'd be turning into Augustus Gloop. Instead, I've lost five pounds. (Time to rethink the Cheetos idea.)
Tomorrow, I'll meet with someone in neurosurgery and they will look at my file and determine whether I'm a candidate for surgery. I think I've used the words "pledge" and "not ever" before, so you would think I would qualify as a candidate of some sort.
At least I don't have to worry about feeling too good. I had a couple of good days after I dropped one anti-inflammatory drug in favor of Advil in the cocktail mix. It seems any change in the mix is deconstructed and rejected by my body within a couple days. It starts off good, I get hopeful, and then my body just absorbs it. I don't know how to explain it. I feel like the drugs aren't working so I get prescribed more or different drugs which only momentarily confuses my body. It quickly catches on, though, and we're back to the status quo.
Good news, depending on how you look at it, is that I'm getting some w**k done. I'm probably a little behind schedule but I'm making decent progress. I'd be able to w**k much faster if I could just sit at my desk.
If this condition lasts much longer, I will eventually have to build a horizontal w**kspace at the office so I might was well try to rig one up at home. I can figure out what w**ks and what doesn't before I have to do it for real at the office.
At least I have an office with a door that I can shut so clients won't wonder what in the heck I'm doing! Maybe I should design the whole office to appear as if it's rotated 90 degrees. I can just say to the client, "What's wrong with you?"
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