And the beat goes on..................

Shit Damn!!! I just went to the doctor who informed me that I can't work for 1-2 more weeks!! To some people this would be a great vacation. I mean it's just a finger so; I can realistically still do anything normal aside from benching my typical 200 lbs. Not working is starting to take its toll on me. I wake up and feel like I have to get ready to go but, I have nowhere to go. I've done as much as I can to address my new home move (reserving moving vans, getting a security system installed, packing, etc..) and my new business (got a bank account with merch., tax ID's, insurance, contracts, etc..) but, something is missing. What I'd love to do right now is take my bike out and ride to the end of the earth but, it's my bloody brake finger I shattered so, that's out of the question right now seeing as I'm riding a fixed gear (please excuse the run-on). What would you do, given 2 weeks of free time?

I visited my mother out on the boondocks on Wed. I haven't been back to the town I grew up in for about 2 years or so. Even when I last visited it was at night and I stayed for all of 5 minutes. I barely recognized anything, even in this small town Commercial America has dropped anchor. There's a new bank on every block, and a new restaurant franchise on every other. What used to be State st. Hardware is now Home Depot, what used to be Tiny T's hoagies is now a Subway; the spot I used to run and play mom's numbers (lottery) is now a Cingular cell phone store. I didn't see any of the old knuckleheads like sleepy and Sid just walking around, shit I didn't see anyone walking around. My mom's house is even new. She’s got a new kitchen, she's revamped the bedrooms, she landscaped the front yard, new driveway, and to top it all off my old bedroom is now a storage closet. All I have is the memories now, I guess that's all any of us have who moved away from home and didn't keep in contact with our hometown friends and family. On the positive side, my mom is doing well (she recently retired) She has found traveling to keep her happy. She just came back from Italy and is going to god knows where next (Big Up's Mom).

Right now, I'm going to get a movie and chillax for the duration. I'll be back soon. Take care.............

Slammin' doors..............DAMN !!!! that hurt

On Friday my finger was broken in 3 different places. It would be "somewhat" ok if it had been my entire finger but, no ladies and gentleman, it was just the tip. Just the tip of my left middle finger ( my Favorite ) was crushed by a 300 lb. door. It happened at work, we were opening partitions which create one large room out of two small ones. The partitions are huge moving walls basically; hinged together they create a giant sliding wall. I pushed, they contracted, my finger was caught in the middle and bent 90 degrees the wrong direction, OUCH!!!! Luckily I work directly next door to the hospital so, receiving treatment was easy as walking down a flight of stairs, out the door, across a pavilion and into Occupational Medicines waiting room.

Now, I initially thought my finger was just dislocated so I prepared myself to simply "pop, lock, & drop it". My co-worker Al Davis who had played semi-pro football for some years and suffered many broken fingers took one look and said, "Umm, it's broken". I took his assessment and did nothing to it.

After sitting in Occupational Medicine from 10:00 am until 7:00 pm it was confirmed, my bloody finger was broke, DAMN. Wait let me just re-iterate, 10:00 AM until 7:00 PM........They said they may have to do surgery to correct the torn tendons and replace the now rubble part of my finger. Surgery? What? Shiite man!! the busy season just started and I need all the overtime I can get to help finance this new house me and my girl just invested in. Missing work is not an option. It's now the beginning of my Labor Day weekend and even though I had no set plans this incident dislocated me from most of the norm I was expecting.

I spent Friday, Saturday, & Sunday, & Monday with a makeshift splint holding my finger somewhat straight. Don't get me wrong the hand specialist who examined me did a great job of crunching the bones back into place but, I would have loved to know my prognosis on surgery that Friday. Instead I sat around all weekend waiting for Today (Tuesday ) to find out my "F-You" fingers fate.

Today, I went to the doctor's office and they stated that the previous Dr. who had set it back in place did a well enough jib that I probably wouldn't need surgery ( hopefully ). I got a new ergonomic splint and was sent on my way.

Now I left out allot of details in all of this. I'm still new to this writing forum but any questions you have please feel free to ask. I'm sure throughout the night I will be back to post again. right now I'm heading the kitchen to cook up some good grub, broken finger and all.........................

Pieces.........................

Genesis, or genocide, or geriatric...........

SO, I have begun a new experiment. How much can I honestly write about myself? A diary online to document my existence. Recently I've felt like I a have Alzheimer’s ( my grandfather suffered with it ), I can't remember much of my childhood or even much of 3 months ago. I know I've experienced pain and happiness recently and in the past but, I can't recall the specific events that have caused this (unless they have been traumatic, or "happy" those I will share soon).

SO, this is my journey, here, there, & forth. Should I share a bit about myself, or would it be more fun to weave my past into the present? I am in no way a professional writer, I just saw this documentary on cancer the other night (8/29) in which a female playwright (cancer patient) suggested, " Don't think, and don’t stop typing.
like your life depends on it". So, I've decided to accept her challenge in this building story.

Disclaimer:(I don't have cancer, that I know of) .

WARNING: This may become extremely boring at times. Some may be able to relate or tolerate , others may not want to endure the humiliation (which there will be a' plenty' ). All names will be changed to protect the innocent (and guilty, and neutral).

SEW, this all together at the end and we should have an interesting story of my life that I may never understand.............

I'm not going to start off of the intro, that would be like wearing pink on a first date
( No, that's not to indulge the Psychiatrist in the house ).