I woke up this morning and promptly burned scrambled eggs for the first time in my life. Things went better as a couple of friends appeared to keep me company as I got ready for work. Then, a new bus-driver messes my morning up a bit more by arriving 5 minutes early. Around the time I am a block from the bus stop. Fortunately, I am able to get a ride to work and still be within my usual 10 minute framework.
After a few hours of work. The usual: email friends, work on some x-rays, do a little registration work, including Joanna, who was very nice to meet. I didn't know you could go to college and take classes like Tennis, Cooking and Self-Defense and have them count toward your degree, but that's what she does. That and take care of her 3 year old daughter. And what a smile.
Lunch comes along. I decided to splurge with the $6 I had found in my pants that morning and buy a burger at Dairy Queen. As I walk past the parking structure, some young female driver comes whizzing out. Hitting me. Of course. Knocked me on my ass. And my head. I got her number and her insurance info, and went back to work. Threw up, and got checked out for a concussion, discovered that I am fine. Took some aspirin. Felt better after awhile.
I know I will feel worse again tomorrow. The body has a funny way of letting you know the next day that it didn't care for the way you treated it. Muscle soreness, hangovers, all that sort of thing. Little reminders of what you have done wrong.
So, went home after work without going to the gym, just in case . . . . Played pool online with my new friend from California for a half hour, and popped open a beer and watched the Brewers lose. Kind of becoming a tradition around this place. But, of course it makes the winning so much sweeter. BAH!!
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