Incessant Gibberish

It has been exactly a week since I’ve written anything here about my shoulder. You know how I know that little pain box worked? Cuz Mom took it out! That’s how! Reality set in and slammed me down on the bed and said, “Look here, you. This ain’t no game. You seriously injured yourself, and you’d better start acting like it.” Remember when I wrote Mom counted 7 staples? There are actually 17. Dr. Wey took new xrays and I almost started crying. He was surprised that I didn’t need more pain medication, but I have been totally careful and paranoid about taking them.

I won’t be able to go back to work until July, and I can’t drive until next weekend. Right now I’m sitting at my apartment waiting for my parents to get through visiting Richard’s son in Sherman, and come pick me up. They will take me and my car back to TXK. Mom will bring me back to Dallas on Wednesday for a doctor appointment, then drive us back to her place. My physical therapy starts in the morning in TXK.

It’s so hard doing everything one-handed. If it weren’t for my family and friends, I’d be up shit creek. This weekend I had dinner with Ellen & Jennie twice, and we went to a meeting. YAY!

Preston is vacationing in NEW YORK of all places. He went with his girlfriend and his GF’s GF. Hmm… no. No way. Stop the mental video. OK, so he’s sending me pics and keeping in touch a little better lately, and I think I can thank Cody for that. THANK YOU, CODY! :) I am so proud of Preston for this giant leap! He’s pretty fuckin’ brave to just pick up and go to NY. I sent him a text telling him I’d understand if he didn’t want to come home, but he assured me that New York is too busy for him. The Rockefeller Center has been his favorite place so far.

And can I just say right here and now that Cody has and always will be my rock of strength and dependability? He has gone above and beyond the call of doodie during this whole shoulder thing. Coddy, you make the pain go away! XOXO

Oh, one more thing. The Texas State Board of Medical Examiners has spoken, and now so can I regarding Dr. Wyrick’s mis-diagnosis of Preston’s scabies outbreak 5 years ago. Dr. Wyrick has been ordered to take 10 hours of Continuing Medical Education beyond what is normally required in the subject of inflammatory conditions of the skin, submit proof within 1 year. He must pay an administrative penalty of $1,000 within 60 days of the order. I’m pretty sure the rest of it says if he poops (especially out of state), they want to know where and how much. I figure those Continuing Ed classes aren’t cheap either.

I am happy about the Board’s decision - even though it is probably a slap to the back of his hand. What I SHOULD have complained about is he’s defrauding the public posing as a dermatologist, but whatever. I was pist when I fired that letter off to the medical board. I never wanted or asked for his slimy money, just that justice be served and that the Board know what a weasel he is. All of that was accomplished after my Academy Award winning performance in Austin where the panel of five saw first-hand what happens when you mess with MY BABY. heh Hells, it was all true… no acting.

Fuck, I’m tired of typing now. I need to get ready to leave town for one more week. Adios, muchachos!

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