Everything I used to bore people on newsgroups and mailing lists with, now in one inconvenient place.
My doctor faxed all my stuff over to a rheumatologist, and told me to call her on Monday. I did, and she said she needs time to study the information. I haven’t heard back from her.
Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for my god-damned insurance company to approve a perscription for Celebrex.
I went out today to the back yard for a little while and sat in my kayak. And cried.
I think that in spite of the pain, I’ve got to get out for a few minutes in it. Not for long – I don’t want to get too painful. But I’ve got to feel my own kayak beneath me on the water.
I started to write this earlier but I went to a Quicktime VR site that illustrated one of the locations and it hung up my browser.
I don’t often remember my dreams, and this one I only remember the last part. In the part I remember, I was walking down Wellington Street in Ottawa and ticking off the locations (I think I was making mental notes to give somebody directions) – first the National Archives, then the Supreme Court building, and the Confederation building, but then I got a shock.
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