Separating souls entwined with all these labyrinthine lies
So I was a good little patient and stayed home today. I didn't go to rehearsal, didn't do anything but lay in bed...again. My back is still hurting me, and now I'm just afraid that this is as good as it gets. I'm seeing Dr. Marcus tomorrow morning, so hopefully he'll give me some good news and squash my fears.
*DISCLAIMER* Rant to follow; some may find it immature or stupid--tough shit.
I honestly don't expect alot from people (or at least I try not to) but I am bowled over by the fact that I have been laid up in bed with a fucked back since September 15th (oh yes, I'm beyond counting days and have moved onto the recitation of dates) and several of my friends haven't called or check in ONCE (and no, Imani, I am not referencing to the wanker! lol!) Now, I'm not saying you have to call me everyday to see how I'm doing, but I at least thought that when I didn't show up for grad rehearsal tonight, that at least one of the would have called me or text me to say "holy shit! it's really that bad that you're missing rehearsal? feel better!" I know that Dr. Sang more than likely told people if they asked, but really, I know that I'm muffed up alot of the time and that there might always seem to be something, but I usually power it out. So, now I'm down for the count, and I'll I hear from people are "are you coming in today? I need help with something" or "are you going to be around today? I need to talk to you about blah blah blah." The best though was definately the one from Mikey on Thursday:
Mikey: hey are you at school?
Me: no. why.
Mikey: well, i left my wind ensemble folder in my car and its parked like 15 minutes away, and I get out of class at 4:20. Since rehearsal beings at 4:30 i'm not gonna have time to get it and make it back in time, so I was wondering if when you got to campus if you'd be willing to grab my car keys, go to my car, and grab it and bring it with you.
Me: Mikey, I am flat on my back with a herniated disk. I've been laid up since saturday in excruciating pain. There's no way in hell I'm making it in today.
Mikey: Aw, fuck! Then how am I gonna get my folder?
I mean, come on. Really? Are you KIDDING me?!?!?
Oh, and Jon comes back tomorrow form Austin. :-)
PS: Jon's going to see the Mets with some of the guys from work Saturday. Know what I'm doing? Watching HIM on MTV2's "The Drop" all day as I hopefully get some more writing done, and then I'm watching HIM at 10pm on MTV2's "You Rock The Deuce" *squee* Anyone wanna join me? ;-)
*DISCLAIMER* Rant to follow; some may find it immature or stupid--tough shit.
I honestly don't expect alot from people (or at least I try not to) but I am bowled over by the fact that I have been laid up in bed with a fucked back since September 15th (oh yes, I'm beyond counting days and have moved onto the recitation of dates) and several of my friends haven't called or check in ONCE (and no, Imani, I am not referencing to the wanker! lol!) Now, I'm not saying you have to call me everyday to see how I'm doing, but I at least thought that when I didn't show up for grad rehearsal tonight, that at least one of the would have called me or text me to say "holy shit! it's really that bad that you're missing rehearsal? feel better!" I know that Dr. Sang more than likely told people if they asked, but really, I know that I'm muffed up alot of the time and that there might always seem to be something, but I usually power it out. So, now I'm down for the count, and I'll I hear from people are "are you coming in today? I need help with something" or "are you going to be around today? I need to talk to you about blah blah blah." The best though was definately the one from Mikey on Thursday:
Mikey: hey are you at school?
Me: no. why.
Mikey: well, i left my wind ensemble folder in my car and its parked like 15 minutes away, and I get out of class at 4:20. Since rehearsal beings at 4:30 i'm not gonna have time to get it and make it back in time, so I was wondering if when you got to campus if you'd be willing to grab my car keys, go to my car, and grab it and bring it with you.
Me: Mikey, I am flat on my back with a herniated disk. I've been laid up since saturday in excruciating pain. There's no way in hell I'm making it in today.
Mikey: Aw, fuck! Then how am I gonna get my folder?
I mean, come on. Really? Are you KIDDING me?!?!?
Oh, and Jon comes back tomorrow form Austin. :-)
PS: Jon's going to see the Mets with some of the guys from work Saturday. Know what I'm doing? Watching HIM on MTV2's "The Drop" all day as I hopefully get some more writing done, and then I'm watching HIM at 10pm on MTV2's "You Rock The Deuce" *squee* Anyone wanna join me? ;-)