PKMUWASP pain

I'm on strong pain killers at the moment for an unknown chest pain, and they seem to be making me forget simple things. Today, someone asked me where my shoes were and I thought...

"Shoes... WTF are shoes?"

It was like I'd never heard the word before in my life.

The unknown chest pain (that will hopefully be known tomorrow arvo after a trip to my doctor) has been with me for about three weeks. It started as an annoying pain, and slowly progressed until this weekend when it became a 'please knock me unconscious with a steel pole' pain (or PKMUWASP pain for short). Breathing was hard, coughing was not done and sneezing was re-named 'stabbing myself in the back'.

At first, I tried all possible over the counter medications to kill the PKMUWASP pain, but nothing helped ease it. So after two sleepless nights I went to a doctor, whom I've never seen before, and told him about the PKMUWASP pain. He said my cheat was clear and wanted me to get some X-rays done at the hospital. He then gave me a prescription for a pain killer (which I like to call it the 'shoe forgetting medication') and told me to rest. And rest I did. Not that I was given a choice in the matter, the shoe forgetting medication knocked me out without asking about a rest schedule first.

Tomorrow, I plan on asking for a different medication, one which will let me remember what shoes are and make resting decisions on my own.

[Update]
I went to my doctor this arvo, it turns out it's a back problem. My doctor said the name of it, but as with all medical things, it was too long to remember. It's related to an old back/neck injury from a car accident, the injury is causing stress and damage else ware. My back isn't in good shape and I need some physiotherapy to fix things. I was going to wait and try to get some health insurance first, but my mother said she'd pay for it since it's causing damage. Damage is not good. So I have to rest this week then get some physio. And i'm still on the 'shoe forgetting medication' for the pain.
[/Update]

Sharpish bobby pins

I was woken this morning by a knocking at my door. At first I thought it was someone knocking on a door in my dream, so I answered my door in the dream. No one was there. Then it hit me "Your dreaming, wake the hell up".

I get up, trying not to smack my knee into my bed post because I can't see anything through my blurry, sleepy eyes. Open the door and some boxes are shoved into my arms. "Package for you" said my brother, although it sounds more like "Markage por boo" due to my brain still being half asleep.

I sat down on my bed and tried to rip open the first Amazon package, they really should have some sort of instrument to help you here. Like a complimentary tape ripper thing. Excitement alone doesn't help. I found a sharpish bobby pin (Don't fuck with me, I have sharpish bobby pins lying around) and tore the tape on the package. It's a book, Diary: A Novel by Chuck Palahniuk. Thank you, Chris S. I read a page or two and forget about the other package for a minute or two.

The second package is easier, it has a 'tear here' part to it. I knew those people at Amazon were thinking of the half asleep package openers when they made this box. It's another book, Angelina Jolie's Journals by Angelina Jolie. Fantastic, I really wanted this book. Thank you, Robert S.

Harry walks in, he has that 'I'm not well' stare is his eyes. Yes, even though he's my brother’s dog I know all his stares. From 'I'm hungry' to 'I have fleas' and even 'There a storm coming, please let me in for I am scared'. I get up, sigh, give him a cuddle and start singing some Hunna's and he perks up, then he lays down abruptly on one of the Amazon boxes.

Good Afternoon

Do you know what bugs me? Bad phone manners. I rang up somewhere today to find out some prices and they answered with "Fhathy dasskit plbuoof". I couldn't understand a thing they said because they said it so fast. I replied "Excuse me?" and they said the same thing, except this time much faster. I asked for the place I was ringing and they said "Yeah" (finally a word at normal speed) and then I asked about the prices.

That really bugs me. When answering a phone, you should say "Good morning/afternoon/evening, [Name of business]. [Your name] speaking, how may I help you?" and say it at normal speed which people can understand. Otherwise I might be put off from buying products/services from the company you work for!

Kitta: dude, do you have an icon of zeldman as your aim icon?
Tay: uh oh
Tay: hehe
Tay: maybe
Tay: you're jealous arent you
Tay: you are
Tay: i can tell
Tay: you heart zeldman
Kitta: lol
Kitta: yeah, I want to have zeldmans babies
Tay: Don't WE ALL!
Kitta: haha
Kitta: you're a dork
Tay: mm zeldman babies
Tay: little semantic toddlers
Kitta: little bundles of validating joy
Tay: valid zeldman 2.0's
Kitta: zledminis.com

Broken Resolutions

On New Years Eve I made a resolution. It wasn't to quit drinking so much coke or to go join a gym, it was something I thought I could achieve within a month. I was so wrong.

That resolution was to reply to all my emails sitting in my inbox. All 200 of them. I did start with good intentions, one afternoon I sat myself down told myself I would not move. Even if a pack of rabid monkeys were chewing my arm off, I would not budge (unless they started to eat away at my brain, that’s never good). After 2 hours I was hungry, headachy and bored. So I gave up, and now 2 month after new years my email has reached 300+. Clearly, I didn't even make a dent in it during those hungry, headachy 2 hours.

Maybe I'm doing this all wrong, take a home loan for example. If you try to pay off a home loan with a medium amount of money at one time you'll get no where. But, if you pay it off with small amounts of money at a set time you'll slowly eat away at the home loan until your debt free.

So let’s do some math. There around 300 email in my inbox right now. I get about 5 emails a day which aren't that important and I don't reply to right away, if I reply to at least 15 emails a day I'd be making a 10 email dent in the build up. That’s so long as my email doesn't increase by 5 daily.

Hmmm. I've just realised that during the time it took to write this entry I could have replied to at least 10 emails. Bugger.