Well, that explains all the back pain I’ve been having!

My Valtrex prescription ended up only being $118 (instead of $190 they misquoted on the phone). Walmart was about $80 cheaper. I have no idea how CVS and Rite Aid can remain in business.  Unbelievable.

Those fuckers are huge horse pills, I hate that. They said a common side effect is dizziness and I have a little of it but not too bad. Between only getting 3 hours of sleep last night (bed very late, up very early, yuck) and cooking dinner from 4:30 until 7:45 tonight, I’m fried.

But dinner was good, the kids loved it. When I was cooking, I made a game of giving them the Myers-Briggs test. When I was working at QI, I had a management course and they had a test where you get 15 sets of 4 words and have to choose one.  Many of the words were not easy words, so I had to define them.  So they learned about 25 new vocabulary words, learned about their personalities and the differences between us, and had fun for an hour and a half because it was a game!

It was hard though, having no sleep today and cooking for 3 hours, my back has been hurting but at least now I have an explanation.  Some people have very severe pain, I just have light pain (most of the time) and bad itching. I have itchy spots on other parts of my body but they so far are not bad and usually short-lived before moving on (usually to a new location), not any worse than how my skin usually is. I hope it isn’t too late starting the meds because I’d hate to spend $118 for nothing. It feels very strange, like a sunburn on my lower back, itching around my waistband from my sides to just barely onto the front of my body. and if it’s itchy and you scratch or touch it, it usually hurts immediately, but not always, it’s unpredictable. I had a flash of pain that felt like I got stabbed in the back with an ice pick, but it only lasted the duration of a camera flash. And you feel like heat and movement, like there are tiny worms in there sometimes but not always.  It’s constantly both itchy and hurting a little bit. The back pain is annoying, like I strained it, but I haven’t needed to take anything for it. I hope it doesn’t get much worse. I have spots on my body that if I press on them, feels like a bruise. It’s very strange. I don’t like it, but it is somewhat interesting. It feels a little bit like the body that I am inhabiting is not the same one all the time. It’s as different sometimes as the difference between what your body feels like when you are drunk compared to sober. It’s not very attractive to look at, so I won’t be finding any playmates in the near future LOL

My doctor was surprised that I got it so young.  They usually do not vaccinate for this until you’re 50.  If I were you, I wouldn’t wait that long.

I got three hours sleep today.

I forgot to mention yesterday that I had to appear for the dreaded drivers license renewal at the PA “Motor Vehicle Services Center”, which is closed Mondays and closes every day at 4:15pm. Isn’t that convenient for people that work.

The four highlights of my experience were:

• arriving and voicing my irritation for the line of people that extended from the service desk inside, through the available space inside, out the door, and down the sidewalk and past the Mail Room (an authorized UPS shipping facility with a superhot customer service girl with the strangest name I’ve ever known) and saying out loud to the amusement of the other agitated customers, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
• watching the motion-detected electric door opening and closing two thousand times as the line proceeded inside to be serviced by a single, unexpectedly pleasant individual handling service requests and giving out thin paper tickets sequentializing those seeking mugshots.
• walking around, wishing I wasn’t there and having a random guy pass, take a look at my awesome Killola ‘shattered’ shirt and saying “NICE SHIRT!”
• listening to another customer talking to his family and relating to his complaint of it taking too long and that PA is the worst state in the nation for service at the DMV.

I was not amused with my half hour wasted, but he was a commercial licensee and needed to recertify.  They drove 45 minutes and had been waiting for six hours.  Mark my words:  One day, someone will go DMV and replace an expression.

The anti-highlights were the two hundred people there who did not speak a word of English, one of them with a cute little baby girl who desperately needed not only a diaper change, but a parent change. Isn’t the definition of ultimate failure as a parent, to impose upon the most important thing to ever exist in your life, such a disadvantage as not speaking the predominant language of the country in which you live?

I’ve been talking to a Blondie fan in Brazil who learned English because of Blondie, so she could meet other fans and communicate and have more personal choices.  She’s more literate in English than most of the people I’ve encountered in waiting rooms in the last three years.  Now there’s someone I respect.  No wonder the economy is in the toilet.

Back to today:

At the traffic light in Kenhorst, I finally parted company with a 40-in-a-45-zone driver clogging a train of cars.
Entering the left turn lane and looking through aligned windows, I had the privilege of discovering the source of the impaired driving:
She had a cigarette in her left hand, and was texting with her right hand on a cell phone held midway between eyes and windshield.
Left palm on the wheel, right hand on the keyboard, no eyes on the road.  WTF?  Prison is my recommendation.
And prison for everyone who thinks that’s not more impaired than a .07 BAC, which is now just shy of a felony.  The only reason it isn’t is it generates more cash per year than could be stuffed into the volume of my house.

My skin is disintegrating from my infection of no-longer-dormant chicken pox virus that I had 39 or 40 years ago.  eeeek!

I wondered for 30 years what that song is about.  I was writing on my friend Hayley’s facebook page and listening to music when it hit me.  Here are my words, in original order, since I was writing when it happened:

I set my hand to writing you, and I’m scared to death I’m going to freak you out or that your fan mail will get lost on its way.

Dragonfly is parked outside.  Do you get in?

Hover high level off.  The time space tactics saved us then.
Grande Trex fans throughout the universe are well informed on the risks pilots take in entering this race.
We have retained as an added feature of daring, thrills, and excitement for this race, a feature, which I’m sure you’re going to like: musical override lasting three and a half hours…
…
The postulate for mischance runs high but not as high as the tension and competitive spirit right here, and all over the galaxy!

XXXX amazing
(blk) is having a moment of Blondie supernatural inspiration!  !!! no words
The line in Angels on the Balcony: “The door swings open and it’s cold outside” which is one of my favorites of *anything* **ever**…
It’s a coincidence (spoken like the twilight zone “It’s a Cookbook!”)

I finally understand it, after 30 years!!! :: Everyone who matters to you, the door opens; they all come into your life when it’s cold!!  October, November, December!!!
BLK supernovas!
5:09am 11/3/10

the season may vary but not everyone like me has such an uneven distribution, where are all these Cancers from?!

I want to do an online chat with Destri about his writing, it’ll never happen but I like Dreaming