Would Ya Look at That Thang?
Well, boys and girls … today was quite unusual. I think I’ve mentioned in previous blogs about this heel spur I’ve been living with. Yeah — I’m a middle-aged overweight woman who walks anywhere between 7 and 15 miles every day, 10 days in a row, on solid concrete at your local home improvement center.
My family doc referred me back to the orthopedic guy who had previously shot my foot up with cortizone (to no avail), and then put a cast on my leg so I’d stay off it (helped for a little bit). I saw him for 6 seconds today, and now I’m scheduled to have surgery one week from tomorrow morning. OK.
So, I’m in a frenzy trying to find out how to file for my short-term disability. I’ve got customers whose kitchens have only yet begun who are counting on me. My Missouri career apparently fell through. I don’t have any time off coming till Christmas. I worked 10 consecutive days while Don slept through his vacation. I deserve a break today. My foot hurts. Dammit.
OK. That’s enough of the whining. When Don asked me this afternoon, “What does this entail?” I thought he meant the medical procedure. No. He meant two weeks without my regular pay and 6 weeks worth of whining. He’s right. He’s got to psyche up.
What that means for you, faithful reader, is lots of Web site updates. Lots of video footage still to go through. Diaries to find. Lots of magazines, pictures and recipes to scan, and hopefully, more celebrity interviews to do.
So, children, this is the new permanent home of the Stuck in the ’70s blog. Thank you, Yahoo!, for fixing it! I’ll continue to be on My Space as well, but not my blog.
Stay cool,
Julie
11:58 p.m. 7/7/08
