Either I feel like I'm dying or I feel like I'm going to live and live well. Before I left on Friday for the Birdhouse I felt twinges in my left hand and my arm felt like it was going numb. Four aspirin later and six hours later I'm feeling alright. No pain when I breathe.
It's funny. I called home to speak with my parents and basically complain about my health situation. Mom would only say "Did you get insurance yet?" and "Go to the doctor!"
Dad got on the line, said the pain I might be feeling is carpal tunnel syndrome and most likely the pain in my chest was muscle related. After all I did say that Icy Hot did alleviate the discomfort.
I need to remember to speak with my mom about certain things and my father for other subjects.
It's two a.m. in the morning, I'm tired, the game went long and now it's time for sleep hence incoherence and pithy statements.
So I figured I'd be there anyway and was volunteered for those four hours. A later announcement informed me that anyone who worked those four hours would be paid for a full day.
Oh boy. I guess.
Eventually I was able to tear myself away from the game. In fact I didn't divulge a single thing. Back downstairs and out in the parking lot I found a deck of cards. Not playing cards, just a pile of blank and laminated cards on the curb. When I flipped through them one card shone brightly then a woman appeared before me. She leaned over me and beat my face with her heavy tits before vanishing in a flash of light.
When I came to I was a block from home. One of the processors from work was yelling at her son, who also works for my employer, to get in the car before they were late.
