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Sep. 10th, 2015 08:10 pmHaving gone to PT appointments twice a week for the past month, and having faithfully done my home exercises to no effect whatsoever, I go get my shoulder MRIed next Thursday (at 8:30 PM; who knew MRI people are nocturnal?). What I really want is the football players' health plan, in which you get hurt on Sunday, get X-rayed instantly in the locker room and get MRIed on Tuesday, and THEN go to PT for ages. But I'm not a football player, so one or the other shoulder has been sore for seven months now. I'm running out of patience, just a bit. And I'm trying to remind myself that eating is not going to work as a remedy.
My boss went out for lunch somewhere and called me afterward, and the first thing she said was "This is going to sound strange, but have you got $10 in cash?" The cab wasn't taking credit cards, which is how she pays for everything. So for the first time in my life, I went and bailed my boss out of a cab.
Speaking of lunch, given an 8:30 PM MRI appointment up the street from work, and given that an MRI involves being stuck in a smallish space that makes loudish noises for half an hour or so, I think maybe this calls for beer with dinner, somewhere Eastern Standard-ish. Unless the Red Sox are in town, in which case it still calls for beer, but it calls for it somewhere Regal Beagle-ish.
Speaking of the Red Sox, I'm recording the football game. I'll watch it tomorrow when I might have a brain again. For sure I don't have one now; I spent too much of yesterday juggling the LOHPC manual, the faculty retreat, the Curriculum Committee and the basic science course directors meeting planning. And then I went and took minutes at the chorus committee meeting. I spent too much of today on a mind-numbing data conversion project that turned a perfectly legible spreadsheet into a 115-column monstrosity. Apparently the original version wasn't legible to the statistical analysis software. After I redesigned the whole thing, I had to re-enter all the data. Oh, and add the latest round of data. Oh, and convert all the data from letters to numbers. At least that was easy; that's what Find/Replace All is for. So anyway, that's why I'm recording the football game.
At least tomorrow is Friday. And all I have for extracurricular activities next week is the MRI and the first chorus rehearsal. I think I can remember that much...I hope.
My boss went out for lunch somewhere and called me afterward, and the first thing she said was "This is going to sound strange, but have you got $10 in cash?" The cab wasn't taking credit cards, which is how she pays for everything. So for the first time in my life, I went and bailed my boss out of a cab.
Speaking of lunch, given an 8:30 PM MRI appointment up the street from work, and given that an MRI involves being stuck in a smallish space that makes loudish noises for half an hour or so, I think maybe this calls for beer with dinner, somewhere Eastern Standard-ish. Unless the Red Sox are in town, in which case it still calls for beer, but it calls for it somewhere Regal Beagle-ish.
Speaking of the Red Sox, I'm recording the football game. I'll watch it tomorrow when I might have a brain again. For sure I don't have one now; I spent too much of yesterday juggling the LOHPC manual, the faculty retreat, the Curriculum Committee and the basic science course directors meeting planning. And then I went and took minutes at the chorus committee meeting. I spent too much of today on a mind-numbing data conversion project that turned a perfectly legible spreadsheet into a 115-column monstrosity. Apparently the original version wasn't legible to the statistical analysis software. After I redesigned the whole thing, I had to re-enter all the data. Oh, and add the latest round of data. Oh, and convert all the data from letters to numbers. At least that was easy; that's what Find/Replace All is for. So anyway, that's why I'm recording the football game.
At least tomorrow is Friday. And all I have for extracurricular activities next week is the MRI and the first chorus rehearsal. I think I can remember that much...I hope.
