I just got back from the doctor a bit ago.
The conversation went something like this:
ME: So my right shoulder and arm are in a lot of pain.
DR. P: Here, I'll give you some pain meds.
ME: Will these knock me out?
DR. P: Nope.
ME: Damn. Got anything stronger?
DR. P: Well, then here is some vicodin, percocet and dilaudid.
Okay, so that last part didn't really happen. The doctor just thinks I have some nerve inflammation in my shoulder and hip (I had some weird reflex stuff in my right leg going on, too) that is causing the pain.
He gave me some celebrex and lyrica, so we'll see how these work out. I have to take them for two weeks, which for the time being brings the number of different pills that I have to take each day to 5. Ugh.
He also did draw blood, which sucked. Ugh.
However, I did lose 6 more pounds over the past 3 weeks, which makes me VERY happy!
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
By request
So I live in the gayborhood. At least, that's what my neighbor/bestie Landon calls the little area in which we live. It's one of those up-and-coming areas that has a lot of historic architecture and is being rehabbed to make it really nice.
We live in one of the buildings that has been totally rehabbed from the ground up. Granted, the exterior is not all that great, but the interiors are superb, particularly given the money that we are paying for rent.
Anyhow, it's a really nice little area.
Except, that is, for one four-family building across the street. It's the kind of place where you NEVER see any adults but about 86 children and teens coming and going at all hours. Loudly. It's pretty fucking annoying.
Not to mention the fact that people are always knocking on one of the doors, standing there while it's cracked just a bit, having a brief exchange and then leaving.
Normally this would not bother me. I am the kind of person who lets people do what they choose. I tend to mind my own business like that. Except for the fact that last year on July 4, one of the teens living there called me a "faggot" and threw a lit firecracker at my roommate and me.
Oh well... I guess it's good to know that if I need crack, it's 200 feet away.
We live in one of the buildings that has been totally rehabbed from the ground up. Granted, the exterior is not all that great, but the interiors are superb, particularly given the money that we are paying for rent.
Anyhow, it's a really nice little area.
Except, that is, for one four-family building across the street. It's the kind of place where you NEVER see any adults but about 86 children and teens coming and going at all hours. Loudly. It's pretty fucking annoying.
Not to mention the fact that people are always knocking on one of the doors, standing there while it's cracked just a bit, having a brief exchange and then leaving.
Normally this would not bother me. I am the kind of person who lets people do what they choose. I tend to mind my own business like that. Except for the fact that last year on July 4, one of the teens living there called me a "faggot" and threw a lit firecracker at my roommate and me.
Oh well... I guess it's good to know that if I need crack, it's 200 feet away.
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