Friday, November 04, 2005

evening

I Hate Alcohol

No, not on general principle or anything.  But last night, I thought I’d have a tasty mint chocolate cookie boozy beverage and all it did was make me feel crappy.  Alcohol is almost always a huge disappointment to me.  No joyous drunkenness, just a slight feeling of nausea and a headache.  I wanna be like the cool kids and have a drink every now and then, but it just makes me feel lousy.  But just now, I downed a bottle of Gatorade (original flavor) and I feel great.  In fact, I want more.  Perhaps someone should study my genetics, because maybe it could be injected into alcoholics to help balance out whatever alcohol-enjoying genetics they have.  I’m serious.  Even in my younger days, when my parents would go away for the weekend and I had access to the bar, I’d think, “Here’s my chance, I’ll have me a Screwdriver.” I’d make one, take one sip and pour it out.  Then, I’d go get myself some soda and watch tv.  I think I have a light version of Antabuse running through my system at all times.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

early afternoon

Unlike Barry Bonds, I’m Steroid-Free!

So, I finished off my oral steroids and was feeling pretty good.  So good that I made a little trip to the grocery store (a couple of weeks ago I couldn’t handle it) and Starbucks and the pool supply store.  Then, I sat at my desk for way too long reading and feeling all proud of myself for not being in pain.  Well, the pain is returning.  Not with a vengeance or anything, but it’s on its way back.  My leg feels a little weaker too.  Bah, whatever, cut me open and fix me now.  Okay, not quite now because we have to go to the Wranglers game on the 25th - in the paper today, they said the Stanley Cup would be there.  I owe Leigh-Ann from the time a couple of years ago when I read that the Cup would be downtown...and I didn’t tell her about it.  Hey, I didn’t know she’d want to go see it.  So, I’m making amends and making sure that she sees it this time.  Anytime after the 25th though, I’m ready for surgery.  The 28th seems like a lovely day for an operation.  I shall let my doctors know.  I’ve done a ton of research, so I know exactly what kind of surgery I want, how long it should take and how quickly I can get home afterwards.  We’ll also use Designated Drivers to get me home from the hospital.  That way, I can drive myself there and they’ll drive me home in my own car.  No muss, no fuss, no bothering other people for a ride.  It’s a great idea for drunks out partying, but it’s also an excellent idea for out-patient surgeries.