Anyways, I just got a spam comment on one of my older posts, and then remembered I had a blog. So I tried to login, and what do you know, I forgot the  password for my own fucking blog! Damn, it took me about 12 minutes to figure out the password reset was meant for the username “admin.” So I guess I’m pretty drunk even though that Barbera didn’t taste anything a Barbera should taste like.

I think I have to apologize to you if you happen to read this post thinking I might have a point to make or give you any useful information or the meaning of life or some such thing because, hey, I logged in to see if my newly reset password would work… or something… I’m not sure..

But there IS a good news! I just deleted 14 spam comments! That’s FOURTEEN!!! Rejoice with me! I did not put an order for a penile enlargement product! Not that I wasn’t tempted, mind you, although I don’t have the right equipment to be enlarged, but if you’re familiar with my blog, you know I’m a sucker for that too-good-to-be-true product of the century. But I resisted and came out victorious! Ahh…. ’tis a glorious day.

I don’t know if I ever blogged about that time when I got the finger prick test for blood sugar… or something…  at the health fair held at work several years ago. The man pricked my finger. Naturally I screamed from the bottom of my belly, a very big one at that, “OOOOWWWWWW!” The man went, “YOU JUST CLEARED THE ENTIRE LINE!” Of course, he exaggerated, but when I looked round, I saw a girl jump out of the line looking very worried who proceeded to ask me, “It hurts, right?” Naturally, I honestly answered, “Hell, yeah,” to which the man who mercilessly poked my finger vehemently retorted, “IT DOESN’T HURT!” to which I shot right back, “It does too! Why would I scream if it doesn’t?”

So you see, when I heard “Injection to the spine,” every single strand of hair on my body stood up. To the spine? How big a needle could that be to go into the spine???? So I have been preoccupied with these two words “Injection” and “Spine” for a week or so. Not a bad thing if I think about it, considering how I’ve been depressed for all these months. But what can you do… Not being able to sit up because of the pain equals not being able to drive equals not being able to go to work – which in and of itself is a very good thing, but which ultimately equals not being able to get the paychecks. Ain’t life a bitch… sigh… That reminds me, I need to buy that Power Ball lotto ticket.

Anyway, so I had to make an appointment with the pain medicine doctor. By the way, Pain Medicine? Sounds kinda sadistic, doesn’t it? Quite appropriately, I might add. And guess what? My back already feels better. I think the threat of a big fucking needle going into my spine cured it for me. My right thigh which has been numb for the last two weeks when it doesn’t hurt is not even numb. And look ma! No pain!

Now I don’t know what to do. Should I cancel the appointment with the sadistic doctor? And if I do cancel, would the pain come back? What to do… what to do…

This past weekend, however, I did not have a chance to take a nap. I was busy Saturday doing weekend stuff like laundry and whatnots and running around different stores to find things I need, like foam for seat cushion and an enzymatic cleaner, etc. I was at work all day Sunday since it was the monthly maintenance Sunday when we do all our maintenance work on the servers and I worked longer hours than usual and hence no naps for me again. So now, yesterday and today, I’ve been having trouble. I’m tired and sleepy. My eyes keep closing and my brain is foggy. All I want to do is lie down somewhere and take a little nap.

Are you wondering if there is any point to this post yet? Cause I sure can’t remember why I started this post like this, but I KNOW I had a point… I just can’t remember. Sorry but I’m telling you I had a point. Trust me although I’m not sure if I digressed somewhere above. I’ll try to update it later if I do remember. Maybe I shouldn’t post this. But then I may never remember. So I’m going to post it anyway. Feel free to give me suggestions on what my point would be.

As you can see, I can work on only a few items a day since I only have an hour or two a day on a good day, and certain things need to be done during certain hours of the day. But I’m not using it to improve efficiency although by organizing my to-do list like this, it did improve.

There are a lot of items in the Backlog category, which I use to put the items that I need to do but not ready to work on or the items that I need to remember to do some time in the future, like buying the frozen raw food patties for the dogs and portion them or preparing the daily medications and supplements for each dogs  for whoever is going to take care of my dogs while I’m gone, etc.

It’s a pretty cool tool. I hope they come up with an app for iPhone by the time I get it next year since I would like to be able to see this when I don’t have my laptop or  internet connection.

The seat of the chair that she usually sleeps in and I use to hold her upright after her meals is completely soaked with her vomit. So I need to get the foam to replace it, and looking at it online, it’s more than $200 for one stinking foam for the seat! I feel like I’m in a twilight zone or something.

I’m tired. There is a road block everywhere I turn. I still haven’t filed application for passport yet since I can’t confirm the information I have on my parents’ birth place. I left a message for my vet to discuss boarding my dogs there twice. I haven’t heard back. Getting Bailey chair was another circus yesterday. Apparently people who I contacted to have it made are going on a vacation on the 16th of this month for ten days. They were once burned by somebody who had a Bailey chair made and didn’t want it when it was finished, so they do not start making it until they get the payment. So they wanted the check overnighted if I wanted it shipped before they leave for their vacation. But I rarely use checkbook any more, I do my banking online 99.999999% of the time, so I couldn’t find my checkbook. And the story goes on and on and on…

I’m tired. Giving up sounds so sweet right about now.