Forgive me if I take issue with the old childhood rhyme which helps people remember the number of days in each month.
The Agony Of De Feet
Friday didn’t seem as if were going to down the shitter, but down the shitter it went.
I started the day with a followup doctor appointment to try and understand why my toe was not responding to the antibiotics which I had been taking for the previous ten days. Apparently “my” doctor does not work on Fridays so I wound up seeing the other doctor who works in the office. Having never previously seen me she asked if I’d describe the incident so that she could catch up for diagnosis. After hearing my story she decided that x-rays should be taken to ensure that there were no brakes or fractures in my foot. The sound of cash registers started going off in my head. After numerous snaps while I laid under a lead vest there was no evidence that there was a break in the foot. I was then referred to a podiatrist. Ugh.
The earliest appointment that I could get on Friday was 2pm, which essentially put the kibosh on having a normal work day. So, I decided to treat myself to a late breakfast at Java Jive (darn the pumpkin pancakes have yet to arrive) and then get a much needed haircut.
Wouldn’t you know that the podiatrist also wanted to take x-rays. I protested mildly explaining that the last doctor had just taken x-rays and they didn’t find anything. I lost that battle.
I was sent away with a prescription for steroids and what will most likely be another expensive doctor’s bill to pay.
Since I was still taking the day off from work I decided to spend some leisure time before meeting up with my coworkers for happy hour. This was to be a “very special” happy hour dedicated to cheering me up after what I will only remember as being a horrible September.
Happy hour was indeed delightful, but knowing that I had scheduled an 8:30am flight to Raleigh on Saturday morning I kept myself from drinking too much. At around 9pm, still wearing flip flops because I’d seen two doctors about the toe on my right foot, I left my friend’s house and started to walk to my car. I guess I had forgotten about the short step in my friend’s walkway and before I knew it, I had slammed the big toe of my left foot into the cement stair, causing my toe to bleed and immediately turning the toenail purple. Guess who will have more blogging material as the nail inevitably falls off? Fuck You, September 31st!
ITP Flickr Pic
I always choose early morning flights in order to minimize the chance of flight delays.
I wasn’t so lucky on Saturday. However, I was able to use the time waiting in the airport to take that shot using my iPhone.
Turning It All Around
I spent the weekend hanging out with ITP-Readers Lisa and Randy, along with their boys, and for a while with their friends and children. Fortunately for me, I managed to make it through the entire weekend without injuring myself, and had a boatload of fun in the process.
On Saturday night the grownups went out for a delicious dinner at a new place in Raleigh called Market. As has become customary when I visit Lisa and Randy I tried to join them in the vegetarian eating habits. I know that they don’t care and would not be offended if I were to order and eat meat in front of them, but I figure that they are choosing restaurants at which they can get delicious vegetarian fare, so I might as well give it a shot too. From Market we made our way to downtown Raleigh for a few post-meal beverages (imagine that! A downtown which is an evening entertainment destination for its residents!) complete with free entertainment from one of the female patrons who bumped and ground (grinded?) on her boyfriend as if she were warming up for her strip-club job later that evening.
Welcome Back To The Future
I’m writing today’s blog, as well as the next few days’ blogs, using a bluetooth keyboard and my iPad. So, if the grammar seems a bit strange it may be because of the auto-correction that occurs while typing, or the fat-fingering that I do unconsciously. Things will be back to abnormal on Friday, and who knows, by the I might be known as “Paulie Nine Toenail.” Have a greet Monday everyone.
Stats & Goals
Current Mood – okay, though I wish that I’d keep hurting myself
Current Music – listening to a Coverville podcast while writing this blog post in a Starbucks.
Website Of The Day – I’ve given up on Twitter for a little while, but if you miss my curse-filled tirades then you should check out CurseBird.
Mode Of Transportation To Work – n/a
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Morning Weigh-In – couldn’t check
Pages Of 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die Read – 77
Foot Mileage – 0 miles, Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Pushups – 0, Situps – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 0 (0)
Vegetarian Days – 2, Carnivorous Days – 1
Marta Rides To Work – 0
Bike Rides To Work – 0
– Not to get sick for the entire month
– Not get fired from my job
– Ride my bicycle no fewer than 200 miles
– Determine the fate of Sharpened Stone, LLC
– Complete at least one iPhone application (seriously, this needs to happen)
– lose five pounds
– eat vegetarian at least one day a week
– Reduce my weight to 185 pounds (starting weight was 198 pounds) [update: On July 1 I’ve sadly gained weight; I’m at 203 pounds]
– Completely read the book 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die
– Earn at least $150 through photography sales in order to cover the cost for the renewal of the Sharpened Stone.
– Save $500 for the sole purpose of donating to charitable organizations of my choice
– Attend at least one professional photography workshop
– Enter no fewer than three photographic competitions / gallery showings
Get the Black Sheep stats out of Excel and online
– Ride in no fewer than two 50 mile or 50K bike rides
– Complete my Taco Mac Passport requirement of 125 beers
– Continue backing up all data, including the off-site storage
– Become a proficient programmer in
PHP and CSS Objective-C
– Do not create a solution for something which is not a problem