sorry Rush, you can't have my extras. *8-P

yesterday was a day of doc appointments...

saw dr. wisler (internal medicine doc) in the morning - guess it's back to the hand surgeon next monday to see about this carpal tunnel crap, since it appears to be re-emerging....another cortisone shot? i dunno....also got my flu shot (finally!)

the afternoon schedule had an appt with the psychiatrist, over at gallahue on the east side...how convenient, that's right across the street from the neurologist's office at community hospital, and i needed to stop by there because i left my VNS magnet there at my appointment last week...so i head in to the hospital, and TRIP on the floor mat they have inside the door from the parking garage. not a silly little slip, noooooo - can't do it that way. i went BOOOOOOOOOM, down on my knees, down on my wrist, and actually hit my head, above my forehead. how fucking embarassing is that? next thing i know, there's a swarm of people around me - are you okay?!?!? embarrassed as hell is how i am, and i can feel the skin scraped off my knees and my wrist is killing me (it was already hurting from the carpal tunnel, but then of course i had to land on THAT HAND and make it hurt even more) i'm crying, but tell everyone i'm fine. one of the guys, who i think was a hospital employee, tells me i should go over to the emergency room and get checked out, and to fill out an incident report. naah, i'm fine, i tell him. so i go into the doc's office, get my magnet and head back to my car - walking back to the car made it very obvious that i wasn't fine, the pain in my wrist and knees was excruciating. so i head for the ER. so much for the shrink appointment across the street.

long story short, x-rays of my wrist were fine...i didn't lose nearly as much skin on my knees as i thought i had, just got some bruises and some major pain to go with em - i swear, when i fell it felt like i was running my bare knees over one of those cheap-ass green doormats with the daisy in the corner...i was surprised there was still skin there...gave me a new wrist splint and an rX for Vicodin and i was on my merry way. how fortunate that i'll be seeing the hand surgeon next week.

i tell ya, the vicodin is quite a pill - couldn't tell if i was in pain or not, and i really didn't care. felt like i was drunk off my ass...and that was from one pill. how limbaugh could gobble those things up, i haven't a clue...guess it all comes down to tolerance (ironic, Mr. Intolerance seems to have built up a tolerance for the painkillers)...