So, remember how I mentioned in my last post that I doubted I would have a good night's sleep? DING! I was right!
I woke up at 3 a.m. with the hip just screaming at me. I actually tried to do some work, translating a document from Russian into English as a favor for a colleague, but I couldn't concentrate for long. The pain was so intense, it felt like my leg was on fire. Two hours later, I just couldn't stand it anymore, called my doctor's service, and eventually, I ended up in the emergency room, where I got a really intense painkiller shot (which did not last as long as one would hope) and an x-ray.
Unsurprisingly, I have some nice arthritis going on there (my family's full of arthritics) and just some angry, angry, ANGRY nerve action. Lost a half day of work, drove downtown to find a load of chaos, angst and deadlined crises, and realized that, all things considered, today I would much rather have been communing with the fishies down off the Florida Keys.
I told this to one of my favorite colleagues - keep in mind, she does things like attach cameras to whales for a living - and she just laughed. I realized that, when things are crappy here, she CAN go down to Florida (or Hawaii) and commune with the fishies - and get paid to do it... Remind me, in my next life, I need her gig!
She's also a big Dolby fan from the old days - she's gonna go with me and the Sasquatch to see Dolby and the Jazz Mafia Horns in Annapolis come September. (Gonzomantis, if you can't be there, we will miss you so!!)
Rented a $1 movie from the Red Box at the grocery store. It's time to go watch Adam Sandler and his magic TV remote and veg on the sofa.