I'm a little antsy today. Well, more like squirming in my chair. I mentioned before that there were loose ends still going on regarding the car accident from last year. Among those has been a trip to the doctor, regarding a wonky shoulder.

There's a long story here, which includes how naive I have been about What To Do After An Accident, and what asses both the original doctor and our original insurance agent were for not being very informative and letting us think that, if anything else were to pop up wrong, we'd just have to suck it up and deal. To skip to the end, I've gone to an orthopaedist in order to assure that my shoulder will not turn into a fiery ball of pain and wrongness anytime in the future. It gets very tense and sometimes sore, and it pops a lot. Doesn't seem like a big deal, but if it means dealing now and not paying myself or waiting for it to become a problem and then coughing up $$ for medical bills, I'm going with the former.

The doctor thinks I could have a tear in the rotator cuff or some such thing, which is minor and can be mended with some physical therapy. Unfortunately, the only way to find out for sure is to get an MRI. Okay, fine. I can lie down for hour. Only, they have to first shoot my shoulder up with radioactive dye so that they can see it. (Nate says maybe I'll get superpowers from this... that'd be sweet!). For some reason, that freaks me out.

I've never been one to shy away from a needle (no, not like THAT). They've just never bothered me before. But those were needles in the hip, or needles in the fleshy part of the arm. Not in the shoulder. Not with DYE in them, which just seems odd. Will I have permanently blue-tinged muscles in my shoulder from here on out? What happens to it, exactly? What if I do turn into a mutant?

Mainly it's just the needle, though. In my shoulder. Too close to my face for comfort. Everytime I think of it, I shudder. And then I think about what a big baby I'm being, and I shudder more.

I'm going in around noon. In an hour, it'll all be over. Wish me luck, and a positive needle-y experience.   ¶ 2/28/2003 12:16:00 PM

  I love Corey and Corey movies. What can I say? They remind of better days. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for the best of the really really bad ( Lost Boys aside… that movie is good, yo). The Boy and I have an aspiration to someday own every Corey and Corey, Corey, and Corey movie ever. Just for the hell of it, and so we can say we do.

Today it came up that I’ve never seen Rock and Roll High School Forever, Ryan flipped, and so we decided that we just had to watch it tonight. And so off I go on the hunt for a video…

I went to As Seen On TV first. It’s run by a group of high fallutin’ "film" critics and pot-heads, which makes for an interesting selection – it’s always a safe bet when you’re looking for a foreign or independent film that Blockbuster probably won’t carry, in addition to having nearly every MST3K ever and a variety of strange Christian scare films from the fifties. For some reason I thought they’d be more likely to have it.

Nuh-uh. I did a quick once-around, and ended up asking the clerk. "OH yeah," he says, and grabs a DVD off the shelf.

"No, no. That’s the wrong one."

"Rock and Roll High School, with the Ramones," he says to me, in that condescending tone video store clerks reserve especially for annoying customers (I know, I used to be one).

"NO. I want "Rock and Roll High School FOREVER, with COREY FELDMAN."

And then… well, I think I broke him. He looked at me as though I’d lost my mind, and kinda stuttered for a minute, like he was going to try to say something, and then realized there was absolutely nothing he could say – here’s this chick, trying to rent a Corey Feldman movie. I mean, what DO you say to that? I guess I was banking too hard on the pot-head wing of the store and not fully realizing the importance of being a high fallutin’ "Film" Critic.

I said thanks, and turned to leave. He reverted back to being properly a video clerk – and more importantly an As Seen clerk, and suggested I write it in on the Wish List, which I did.

Then I went to Blockbuster, where of course they didn’t have it. Our Blockbuster doesn’t even have The Nightmare Before Christmas. It sucks ass.

So no movie. But that’s ok, because they are actually showing the Flyers game on tv night (Whoo!) and they’re winning (Double Whoo!) and the 2nd intermission is over now, so I’m going to stop this non-sense and go watch it now.

So there.
  ¶ 2/27/2003 10:18:00 PM

  I lied. I totally mopped yesterday, and I've turned into a nazi over my sparkling kitchen floor. And there's even a bit of sunshine, today! Cold, though.

My washing machine broke. During the rinse cycle. Alicia was here. She had come over to pick up the bread she left in my car when we went to Super Walmart together, and got sucked into staying by the magnetic force-field of my sofa (and because Dirty Dancing was on). Bless her soul, she went out, in the cold, and helped me wring out each individual article of clothing so I could put them in the dryer. (Of course it was a heavy load too - jeans, sweaters, and sweats...) So I have to call the landlord, which I hate doing because he makes me uncomfortable. I also know there is no way I'm actually going to get in touch with him until way later this afternoon, if at all, because he's in church.

I NEED my washing machine. If not for the two loads waiting to be washed, containing ALL my work-pants, then for the towels, which seem to be depleting very quickly due to Mr. Muddy Paws.

Update: We got a new washing machine! And we went ahead and gave the landlord the rent checks, so assuming nothing else in the house becomes maimed, disfunctional, or in any other way fucked up, I don't have to talk to the landlord again for a month.   ¶ 2/23/2003 10:12:00 AM