An Explanation
Hello again, friends. I know, I know. Where have I been for 2 weeks. Here's the brief and sad tale. . .
Late one evening in the recent past, Yours Truly was sitting up in his room watching "Cat House", an HBO documentary about the delightful goings on at the Bunny Ranch, a sporting ladies' club in Nevada. Suddenly, I remembered some cold leftover chicken in the fridge downstairs. Cold chicken and porno---how could I resist that combination?
I trotted off to retrive the leftovers. It was about 11pm. I had to go down a flight of stairs to get to the kitchen. I've lived in this house, off and on, for most of my life. Turn on the light above the staircase first? Ha! I knew the way by heart.
One minute later, I was laying at the foot of the stairs holding my injured right shoulder. Dad rushed down to see if I was okay. No biggie, I assured him, just pulled muscles.
24 hours later, I was in the local hospital's ER, begging for painkillers. The shoulder truly was injured. Now, I'm seeing an orthopedic specialist, eating painkillers like your average Hollywood celebrity (Vicodin---it's not a drug, it's a world unto itself) and I'm staring down the barrel of 6 weeks of physical therapy. Joy, joy, joy.
Now, don't get all nervous. It's not that bad. It just means that my entrys here will become a bit irregular. You see, I don't own a computer. I use public computers to create this blog. For the time being, I can't drive (the cops, I'm told, might frown on a one-armed driver whacked out on prescription painkillers). I have to depend on relatives and friends to get me to the wonderous world of the Internet.
So here's the deal: I have no intention of giving up this blog. You guys are stuck with me. I promise to log in at least twice a month. Once I'm back to speed, I'll return to the previous once a week schedule. Okay?
This has been a truly positive experience and I appreciate everyone who reads my rantings regularly. I hope you'll stick with me through this. Feel free to browse previous postings and leave comments. And by all means, invite your friends to drop by, too.
If my future postings seem a little, well, psychedelic, remember that the author is drifting through John Lennon's world of tangerine trees and marshmallow skies. Until then, take care and thanks again. Now, I have to ride home on Aladdin's magic carpet. Puff the Magic Dragon is waiting to frollock with me in the Land of Honnalee.
Late one evening in the recent past, Yours Truly was sitting up in his room watching "Cat House", an HBO documentary about the delightful goings on at the Bunny Ranch, a sporting ladies' club in Nevada. Suddenly, I remembered some cold leftover chicken in the fridge downstairs. Cold chicken and porno---how could I resist that combination?
I trotted off to retrive the leftovers. It was about 11pm. I had to go down a flight of stairs to get to the kitchen. I've lived in this house, off and on, for most of my life. Turn on the light above the staircase first? Ha! I knew the way by heart.
One minute later, I was laying at the foot of the stairs holding my injured right shoulder. Dad rushed down to see if I was okay. No biggie, I assured him, just pulled muscles.
24 hours later, I was in the local hospital's ER, begging for painkillers. The shoulder truly was injured. Now, I'm seeing an orthopedic specialist, eating painkillers like your average Hollywood celebrity (Vicodin---it's not a drug, it's a world unto itself) and I'm staring down the barrel of 6 weeks of physical therapy. Joy, joy, joy.
Now, don't get all nervous. It's not that bad. It just means that my entrys here will become a bit irregular. You see, I don't own a computer. I use public computers to create this blog. For the time being, I can't drive (the cops, I'm told, might frown on a one-armed driver whacked out on prescription painkillers). I have to depend on relatives and friends to get me to the wonderous world of the Internet.
So here's the deal: I have no intention of giving up this blog. You guys are stuck with me. I promise to log in at least twice a month. Once I'm back to speed, I'll return to the previous once a week schedule. Okay?
This has been a truly positive experience and I appreciate everyone who reads my rantings regularly. I hope you'll stick with me through this. Feel free to browse previous postings and leave comments. And by all means, invite your friends to drop by, too.
If my future postings seem a little, well, psychedelic, remember that the author is drifting through John Lennon's world of tangerine trees and marshmallow skies. Until then, take care and thanks again. Now, I have to ride home on Aladdin's magic carpet. Puff the Magic Dragon is waiting to frollock with me in the Land of Honnalee.
posted by John Left at 12:15 PM
3 Comments:
First and foremost, thanks a LOT for getting the Puff song stuck in my head during my entire boring Saturday work shift! If you weren't already injured, I'd send a death ray your way.
Second, I'm so sorry about your injury. Be sure and tell everyone that you were watching "Cat House" and now have a shoulder injury. It will do wonders for your reputation.
Third, the timing was great, you being out of work and all. Imagine having this injury and then trying to keep your job, all doped up, not able to drive, and I'm guessing, having a very hard time with a number of daily routines. (Sniff, sniff, is that John? Tell me someone wiped him and he's not running around with poopy pants again!)
Fourth, I cannot believe you don't have the Internet at home. You're going to have to do something about that so that we, your readers, are not so deprived of your posts during your rehab. Can I take up a collection?
Fifth, ... I don't really have a fifth; I was just on a roll.
Get better fast, John. Take it easy on the Vicodin and I hope, for your sake, that your Physical Therapist is hot. :) But not so hot that you injure your "good" shoulder!
Thank you all for thinking of me in my hour of need. I appreciate it.
I went to see the doctor yesterday. Aside from the shoulder injury, she pronounced me " a healthy guy." That made me feel a lot better. I begin physical therapy on Monday. I will have a new post soon, I promise!
I know it was over two months ago since this incident, but I've been reading my way through much of your blog and just wanted to say hope all is better by now - and that I'm enjoying my visit!
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