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Jeez, that was fast A quick plug for Vizbang, one of whose honchos, moved by reading Cluetrain, wrote to me for advice. I suggested that they at least create a 'blog. So they did. Impressive. Yes, doctor, he busted his ass taking out the garbage
Last night, Well, last summer we had the driveway slurried with a layer of black goop that is so slick in the rain that I need to put the old Subaru into 4-wheel drive just to get up the slope. I should have kept that in mind. Part way down the driveway, I started to slip. After skiing along in my deck shoes for a short distance, I fell backwards, with no bracing help from the two garbage cans, which were both rolling on wheels. I hit the asphalt at the base of my spine. The pain was unreal. I've fallen skiing and skating many times, but never while out of shape at 53 — an age by which, for much of my early life, I figured I might as well be dead. For a few moments I thought I might be fulfilling the prophesy. After a short while I realized I was ambulatory, but barely. My coccyx hurt so bad I thought it might be broken. But I felt no moving parts, took 800mg of ibuprophin and a Flexeril, which knocked me out completely. If you ever want to sleep like a beanbag, Flexeril is your drug. It turns your muscles to mush, and removes your volition completely. The only power that matters is gravity. So I slept real good. It still hurts, but at least I can return to my inactive lifestyle, surrounded on four sides by three platforms and too much work. If yours is among the 148 emails that just came in, be patient. It might be a while. Unless I owe you a story, of course.
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after a long evening of disassembling Christmas, which in our house involved de-ornamenting and de-lighting a large fir tree that had been rapidly crisping into a fire hazzard, I manfully wrestled and dragged the tree down to the street and returned for a second trip with two full cans of garbage.
