OK, so - as I believe you know, I was dealing with severe unilateral cankleage yesterday, and heroic efforts with ice, elevation, drugs and sleep did little to ameliorate the situation.
So I wore Birkenstocks to work, finished my first training of the day and snuck over to the doctor's office. Without my Kindle. Dumbass. I read every palatable magazine - not easy considering they only have Mom's Fun Times Whirlycake Monthly and Dude Sports Mag for Dudes. I don't fall into either category.
Two hours after I arrived, I left. They pronounced it a severe allergic reaction, shot my left buttock full of steroid and send me on my way.
I stopped at Sonic for a Grilled Cheese and Tots Kids' Meal. Wacky Packs, they call them. I usually go with apple slices, but I threw half the tots out the window in my mile drive back to the office - sort of a modern day Hansel and Gretel. So, I could have done worse. I also ate some animal crackers.
Then I did my second training class, and hit up the string cheese.
I blame the steroids.
No, I blame my stress at having been at the doctor for TWO HOURS during a work day. But I don't think anyone is any the wiser. Aside from which, I still pulled two full sessions, and made calls and came out smelling like a rose.
A swollen, 'roid-addled rose.
Aside from which, we're a safety/health company. It would look bad for their Star LSMS Trainer to have a bloody stump in place of a foot and ankle. It's just bad business.
Oh, and speaking of bad business. I was finally able to tell one of the managers who is pulling some puppet strings that I know he's doing it - and I didn't have to betray a source to do it. I said it as he was leaving, and I'd like to think he'll lose a little sleep over my obvious disapproval of his machinations.
He won't. But that's fine. I got my licks in.
Life is good. Swollen, a little sweaty.
But good.
PS - Would it have killed someone at the doctor's office to notice my significant weight loss? I'm so vain. I bet I think this blog is about me, don't I? Don't I?
So I wore Birkenstocks to work, finished my first training of the day and snuck over to the doctor's office. Without my Kindle. Dumbass. I read every palatable magazine - not easy considering they only have Mom's Fun Times Whirlycake Monthly and Dude Sports Mag for Dudes. I don't fall into either category.
Two hours after I arrived, I left. They pronounced it a severe allergic reaction, shot my left buttock full of steroid and send me on my way.
I stopped at Sonic for a Grilled Cheese and Tots Kids' Meal. Wacky Packs, they call them. I usually go with apple slices, but I threw half the tots out the window in my mile drive back to the office - sort of a modern day Hansel and Gretel. So, I could have done worse. I also ate some animal crackers.
Then I did my second training class, and hit up the string cheese.
I blame the steroids.
No, I blame my stress at having been at the doctor for TWO HOURS during a work day. But I don't think anyone is any the wiser. Aside from which, I still pulled two full sessions, and made calls and came out smelling like a rose.
A swollen, 'roid-addled rose.
Aside from which, we're a safety/health company. It would look bad for their Star LSMS Trainer to have a bloody stump in place of a foot and ankle. It's just bad business.
Oh, and speaking of bad business. I was finally able to tell one of the managers who is pulling some puppet strings that I know he's doing it - and I didn't have to betray a source to do it. I said it as he was leaving, and I'd like to think he'll lose a little sleep over my obvious disapproval of his machinations.
He won't. But that's fine. I got my licks in.
Life is good. Swollen, a little sweaty.
But good.
PS - Would it have killed someone at the doctor's office to notice my significant weight loss? I'm so vain. I bet I think this blog is about me, don't I? Don't I?
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