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Didn't go all that well, and now I have a hole in my sinus. yay.
RJ Hazelwood · Sat Apr 14, 2007 @ 04:47am · 1 Comments |
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Got stuck in a snowstorm the other day.....in Texas.....in APRIL! Was mad crazy.
RJ Hazelwood · Mon Apr 09, 2007 @ 03:42pm · 0 Comments |
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I have the flu.
YAy.
RJ Hazelwood · Sun Feb 18, 2007 @ 01:52am · 0 Comments |
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Sick Again. I was right, the chronic fatigue syndrome/fibromyalgia is coming back. I was really sick over the summer, got somewhat better, but now I am very sick again. I came home from work yesterday, got into bed at 5pm, got out of bed at 4:30 am, went to work, came home,and got back into bed.
I just got back from the doctor on Tuesday, and he said this might happen. I think I will make it though the holidays, but after that I am afraid I will have to cut back my hours at work (to part time) and go back to physical therapy.
The worst thing is, few people take this seriously. I get told stupid stuff like "oh, we all get tired" or "just try and get over it" by idiots who don't realize how disabling this is. Do people think I find this fun? Yeah, it's real great to spend all of your time in bed...........missing out on anything fun you might want to do, not being able to work because you can't get around, and spending all of your money on doctor appointments and drugs. Yeah, it's a blast, let me tell you. Imagine having the worst flu ever (minus the coughing and fever) AND a hangover, and you'll get some idea of what it feels like. Imagine having a migraine for 6 straight months, but being told to "just take some Tylenol" by idiot ******** doctors who are either too afraid to give you pain killers, or just don't care about you. THEN imagine your friends saying supportive things like "I read on the internet that chronic fatigue syndrome was made-up!" or "you should never take pain killers, because that means you're weak" and s**t like that, and see if YOU don't end up just a wee bit bitter about the state of thing.
That is my rant for today.
RJ Hazelwood · Fri Dec 15, 2006 @ 01:39am · 0 Comments |
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Another Funny Story From Drabble Matic |
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And no, I don't know any "Bill." I just had to pick a name.
The Miracle Of The Woodchuck
Chris hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a smiling ghosts falling down a flight of stairs. He loathed it.
Every December, Chris would feel himself getting all rancid inside. He refused to put up a Christmas crypt, he snapped at anyone overdue enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Chris had to go to the mall to buy an antique oven. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing guiltily around and so much Christmas music blaring dirtily, he thought his spleen would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a flaming man collecting for charity. Chris never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the flaming man dropped his bells and ran under the bed. There was an elderly woodchuck right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the flaming man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Chris rushed out and sleepily pushed them both out of the way. There was a sagging bang and then everything went dark.
When Chris woke up, he was in a sparkling room. There was a Christmas crypt in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Chris's ankle hurt. A lot.
The flaming man came into the room. "I'm so queasy!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Bill. You saved me from the truck. But your ankle is broken."
Chris hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas crypt up and his ankle was broken, he felt quite grease-spotted, especially when he looked at Bill.
"Your ankle must hurt wrongly," Bill said. "I think this will help." And he tussled Chris several times.
Now Chris felt very grease-spotted indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Bill. "I love you," he said, and kissed Bill annoyingly.
"I love you too," said Bill. Just then, the woodchuck ran into the room and nuzzled Chris's lip. "I brought him home with us," Bill said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Chris said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
RJ Hazelwood · Thu Dec 07, 2006 @ 12:34am · 0 Comments |
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The Worst Drabble-Matic Ever! |
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The Grease-spotted Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Chris strode along the path, making for Queasy Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Elderly Crypt, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Ankle.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his sagging oven just in time to face the overdue man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The man struck wrongly, and Chris barely raised his oven to meet the attack. They fought long and guiltily until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Chris found himself forced to one knee, the man's oven pressed to his sparkling lip. "I am Bill of Queasy Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Elderly Crypt. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you under the bed."
But Chris had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his oven with a twist, overpowered Bill and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Chris said, looking down upon him.
Bill's spleen shimmered like a smiling ghosts falling down a flight of stairs. "I have underestimated you, Chris. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Chris's desire was enflamed. His lip throbbed and all his thoughts were to tussle Bill like a woodchuck. Chris caressed Bill's flaming spleen and he responded. They came together annoyingly, and their joining was as rancid as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet moon!" Chris groaned and tussled Bill as sleepily as he could.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Chris said. "That's where I put the Elderly Crypt for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed dirtily on the grass, forgetful of all but their antique love. "We will stay together forever," Bill said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Ankle never got the Elderly Crypt and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
RJ Hazelwood · Thu Dec 07, 2006 @ 12:22am · 0 Comments |
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Well, the storm came. It's now snowy and icy out. Perfect weather! Grey and sad. I just want to stay indoors and drink hot things, you know?
RJ Hazelwood · Fri Dec 01, 2006 @ 04:22am · 0 Comments |
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A terrible winter storm is coming, BRRRR. Too bad I have to work in the AM.
RJ Hazelwood · Thu Nov 30, 2006 @ 01:03am · 0 Comments |
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I have a nasty headache, and had to take a powerful analgesic. The headache still hurts, but now I ALSO feel sick to my stomach. YUCK!
RJ Hazelwood · Tue Nov 28, 2006 @ 12:50am · 0 Comments |
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