Oy! I'm an achy little munchkin. I figure I was either playing in traffic last night, or I was assaulted by a collection of hammer-toting gnomes who beat me into a mushy mess while I lay sleeping and dreaming about many wonderful volleyball games with a group of Swedish swimsuit models.
The way I see it --and I don't know if Dawn can back me up on this or not-- I am suffering some really wicked bone aches as a result of the Remicade I've been taking so as to treat my really wicked bone aches. So, to me, it's kind of like taking aspirin to treat a headache and winding up with, well, another headache.
Not to worry though. This also happened last time I had my little infusion a few weeks ago, and it went away after a couple of days, but zounds! It's freakin' annoying.
However, on the plus side, I got free pudding when I was at the hospital getting my infusion. And, in my world, pudding is like beer. It's so much tastier when it's free. And, as I was sitting there in the Comfy Chair with an IV in my arm, one of the myriad of thoughts tripping through my head was that it would probably be incredibly delicious to eat my tasty Snack Pack of chocolate pudding with a strip of yummy, crispy bacon, rather than the pathetic plastic spoon they gave me. After all, do any of you remember those cheese and cracker units we used to eat as kids?
Yeah. How many of you just scooped up the cheese and ate it directly off the little red putty-knife only to save the crackers as a nice, after-cheese snack?
That's what I was aiming at with my bacon and chocolate pudding. Unfortunately, the nurse balked at my idea and sternly refused to run up to the cafeteria to fetch me some strips of bacon. Apparently, they have rules about those sorts of things. Damn the man!
In other news, I did manage to lug myself to the barber to get a much needed shearing today. A delightful woman named Tina had at this chaotic mess of wispy hair atop my noggin as I sat there listening to her tell me all about her twin teenage daughters, her biker boyfriend, and whether or not it hurt when one of her ten, heavy gold and silver rings banged against my skull as her scissors snipped above me. And, for a moment, I wondered whether or not Delightful Tina had stepped away to be replaced by an oily lounge singer named Vic. But, at $10, you get what you pay for.
Oh well... That's my day so far --pain, hair-loss and blunt force trauma to the head. I think I need pudding...