This has been a crazy stressful week for me, and I have time to kill, so you get to hear about it!
- Chronic neck pain got a LOT worse, saw dr, got muscle relaxers, started physical therapy
- Muscle relaxers mean no drinking (FROWNY FUCKING FACE)
- Neck is back to normal (generally hurts, not too bad), not getting better. Been super diligent about physical therapy
- Money is tight due to no job, medical shit in the usa is expensive.
- No progress on job front
- Mom had surgery. All went ok. My sister has been giving me constant updates.
- Jon slipped a disk in his back, so I visited him in the hospital (meaning couldn't spend time looking for work)
- Due to the above reasons, I violated Jack Chick rule #1, Skeletonwitch & Ghoul played. I did not attend.
- Back on weight-loss/feel better diet, which means I'm eating less garbage and feel hungry/annoyed all the fucking time
My second session of therapy is in a few hours. I'm gonna go there, then afterwards head over to the east bay metal compound. We're having a birthday party for one of the hobbits, then probably will blast metal and watch Vincent Price movies. My last muscle relaxing pill will be taken. Saturday - we're gonna go hike for 3-9 miles (Depending on which route we choose), we're gonna bottle homebrew batch #2 (the batchening!), try out batch #1, determine it undrinkable and throw it away (high levels of certainty here), and then I'm gonna get so hammered you can see it from space and throw a shitload of cold cuts at the cat.