Went in to work early this morning so I could get a corner parking space in the parking garage -- didn't want to risk getting that nice Chrysler 300 rental car I had today scratched or dented. I dropped off my truck yesterday so they could put the repaired CD player and navigation system back in and do the 60K mile service, so they gave me that sedan to drive for the day. Nice. I enjoyed it, but I was really glad to get the truck back. It makes me feel a lot safer. And oddly enough, it's easier to get in and out of right now.
While I was there at the dealership yesterday, one of the car salesmen showed me how to hook up my Droid to the Auxilliary outlet in the truck so that the truck speakers work with the phone and the buttons on the steering wheel can control the phone. Wow! I've had that truck for more than two years and I never knew I could do that! (Of course before I got the Droid, I couldn't have, so . . . I guess not that much time has been wasted, come to think of it.)
I've been feeling a bit strange all day today. And this afternoon just before I left work, I actually fell in the restroom. I was walking in and was about to turn and suddenly I found myself on the floor! Don't remember having any pain or anything. It was just instant -- one minute I was walking, the next I was on the floor. Hey - I'd rather it would have come after some pain! At least then I wouldn't have been surprised! NOT good. But I'm fine. At least I know instinctively how to fall without hurting myself so nothing is broken.
Then when I got over to therapy after I picked up the truck, the exercises I've been doing the last couple weeks suddenly started to hurt -- a LOT. So I just stopped and came home. I'll give the ortho doctor a call in the morning to be sure he doesn't need to do any further testing or anything before that spinal injection next week. But either way, I'm NOT going back to therapy until after the injection is done. No sense in making the problem worse!
Mark wasn't any too happy today either. First of all, they've been having a LOT of private and federal inspections on the rig over the last week or two -- all a giant pain. And now a combination of an order mistake by the cook on the previous shift and the high winds in the Gulf at the moment have made food deliveries impossible, and they're almost out of a lot of the food out there. Since Mark is diabetic, not having any fresh food is definitely NOT a good thing. Fortunately, he takes a lot of things with him when he goes offshore "just in case," so at least he has that stuff for now. But hey -- he shouldn't have to do that.
Oh, what the heck. I'm going to go to bed. Tomorrow HAS to be a better day! Hey! . . . I'll settle for waking up ambulatory!
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