i’m back at work and if another person asks me how i’m feeling or what happened, i’m going to scream. maybe i need more drugs. yeah.
you know, i was feeling really good this morning and pretty fine most of the way to work; but, there was something about the last walk down from edmonds which completely irritated my back. i’m good if i don’t move. at least i’m going to try to move less than usual. the first few steps after sitting for a while are doozies. the next time i’m able to drive into work, i’ll go to the doctor on the way home.
yeah, right you will, doctorphobe
shut up. at least i’m seriously considering it.
*cough*bullshit*cough*
i am! i even stared at the clinic awning on my way down lonsdale this morning and thought “it’s too bad they aren’t open now”. of course, i wasn’t hurting then so there wasn’t much point. i’ll get there eventually.
in other morning commute news, i was standing at my bus stop waiting patiently for the 230 to come back down the hill and this car zooms up and stops in front of me. it was mark. “i’m sorry, hess. i have this big level i have to take…” today is his first day at a new site and it’s just a few blocks from here and i was joking with him last night about his driving me to work this morning. i told him not to worry about it and to be careful. he apologized again. i told him to have a good first day and he zoomed off.
i grinned to myself. i honestly think he was sorry he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, take me. it’s not like i was expecting it. hell, he could have driven right past me and not said anything and i wouldn’t have been the wiser. he’s a good guy, even if he is annoying half the time.
ugh, stop reading! i have a day’s work to catch up on…