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i had a dream about wyl last night. it was really weird, i haven't really had a dream about him since we were together almost 2 years ago. that usually meant something was wrong back in the day, but who knows now.
2 more days and i finally have a day off work. my last day off was last wednesday. lame.
i'm having serious joint issues again. i think my nothing's wrong is flaring up again. time to go beg a medrol pack, or maybe some prednisone. i'm also curious as to why my spine is hurting in both places i had surgery. i'd figured if i'd dumped $150,000 into surgeries that would mean this shit would be over. silly me. my hips keep coming out of joint too. i just have to pull a fonz and bump my hip into a wall or something stationary and it pops right back in with a sickening crack sound. i can tell i'm getting worse, and i'm not really looking forward to the possibility of being in a wheelchair before my parents, but que sera sera.
joey got a shitty temp job that pays dick (but still more than i make) so we might actually be able to buy a house soon after all. i just need to get the fuck out of this apartment complex. we have so many problems here, and the maintenance crew doesn't like us cuz we called them out on their lousy work, so if anything goes wrong in our apartment we have to fix it ourselves.
oh well, i have to go take an exam now.
2 more days and i finally have a day off work. my last day off was last wednesday. lame.
i'm having serious joint issues again. i think my nothing's wrong is flaring up again. time to go beg a medrol pack, or maybe some prednisone. i'm also curious as to why my spine is hurting in both places i had surgery. i'd figured if i'd dumped $150,000 into surgeries that would mean this shit would be over. silly me. my hips keep coming out of joint too. i just have to pull a fonz and bump my hip into a wall or something stationary and it pops right back in with a sickening crack sound. i can tell i'm getting worse, and i'm not really looking forward to the possibility of being in a wheelchair before my parents, but que sera sera.
joey got a shitty temp job that pays dick (but still more than i make) so we might actually be able to buy a house soon after all. i just need to get the fuck out of this apartment complex. we have so many problems here, and the maintenance crew doesn't like us cuz we called them out on their lousy work, so if anything goes wrong in our apartment we have to fix it ourselves.
oh well, i have to go take an exam now.