So I finally managed to get in for the test

on my arms and hands, for the carpal tunnel. Hopefully when the bill comes it won’t cause me a grabber.

The news? ‘Oh. Anyone can see that the structure of your hand and wrist, you’re gonna have carpal tunnel. You need surgery. Maybe cortizone injections would help but probably not for long”
So the hand surgeon just sent me to have an expensive test he knew I didn’t need to cover his ass, to make sure he’d get paid without any difficulty

The Medical profession is killing me, I’m telling you. I cannnot wait until it’s just like the BMV!

ETA: The girl who did the zap portion of the test kept saying “does that not hurt? I have it turned halfway up. Usually I’m scraping people off the ceiling by now!” Me:”No, it’s actually kind of nice. Maybe I could just have this machine?” Then it turned into calling the other people into the room “See? I’ve never had the machine all the way to 11 before. His hand makes the shape of abraham lincolns head when I do this!” at one point three women were in the room watching her use the machine to make me dance like captain scarlet.

Partner loaned me his copy

of “How the Irish Saved Civilization” by Thomas Cahill. A very, very interesting read.

I’m not enough of a history geek to tell you if all the facts and figures contained therein are strictly accurate or in context, but I can tell you, his description of the fall of the roman empire- the barbarians slowly filtering in through porous borders, the citizens slowly being taxed out of existence- is vaguely familiar, somehow….

In all, an excellent read, and I’m savoring it, by only reading as bedtime approaches. I can only usually get in a handful of pages before sleep overtakes me.

Rap, rap, rap, they call it the Rapture.

Ms X reminds me that the Rapture is scheduled for Saturday.

me, I’m planning on spending sunday looting the homes of all the people who were taken. I could use a nice stereo, and maybe even some good lawn implements.

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