Panic, Mr.Pointy, and you.
Sometimes, you just need to make the best of a bad situation.
I had an early appointment with the bonologist this morning concerning the ailing Mr.Pointy. Following this, while I was in the waiting room at the orthopedic office, I noticed I was suffering from pretty heavy short panic attacks. Not the "crushing" kind, but more like the feeling I was getting kicked in my right lung repeatedly, for some reason.
This only got worse when I got home to the cat, so I decided to work from home today. Granted, I had a ton to do: there was a looming project at the office that had a deadline of today, and I had no idea where to go with it. Going back through my old email archives, I couldn't piece hide or hair together on this thing.
Then I got an Instant Message from the Project Manager, asking about progress. I said I had made some progress, but was confused about other aspects. I called her, and crossed my fingers.
I decided to cut the bullshit. I just said, flat out, I had no idea where to begin, and there wasn't sufficient documentation on the process. Her tone became a lot more concillatory when she looked at the past correspondence, and realized there wasn't any documented workflow at all. Sure, I had no idea what was going on.
Turns out, nobody did.
Adding to my joy today, of course, was a little incident that happened on the drive home from the bonologist's. As I pulled up to s stop light, I was grimacing in pain, but still trying to sing along to the music in the car. The man in the Mercedes next to me looked down on me with his carefully coiffed hair and obviously $400 aviator sunglasses, a look of pure disdain on his face. I did what came to me naturally.
I looked at him, and started laughing. He quickly turned his attention back to the stoplight.
Oh, and in regards to Mr.Pointy?
Me: So when's my finger going to recover?
Bonologist: As far as I can tell, you should be able to put some weight on it now. It'll be completely healed in 4 to 6 weeks.
Me: 4 to 6 weeks? Does that mean I can't do anything heavy duty with finger until then?
Bonologist: Heavy duty? Like what? Fingertip push-ups?
Me: For the sake of argument, sure. Let's say fingertip pushups. I was thinking more of playing guitar, but whatever floats one's boat, you know.
Bonologist: It should be just fine. If it hurts, then just lay off it for a while.
I think that's my new motto for the week. "If it hurts, then just lay off it for a while."
I had an early appointment with the bonologist this morning concerning the ailing Mr.Pointy. Following this, while I was in the waiting room at the orthopedic office, I noticed I was suffering from pretty heavy short panic attacks. Not the "crushing" kind, but more like the feeling I was getting kicked in my right lung repeatedly, for some reason.
This only got worse when I got home to the cat, so I decided to work from home today. Granted, I had a ton to do: there was a looming project at the office that had a deadline of today, and I had no idea where to go with it. Going back through my old email archives, I couldn't piece hide or hair together on this thing.
Then I got an Instant Message from the Project Manager, asking about progress. I said I had made some progress, but was confused about other aspects. I called her, and crossed my fingers.
I decided to cut the bullshit. I just said, flat out, I had no idea where to begin, and there wasn't sufficient documentation on the process. Her tone became a lot more concillatory when she looked at the past correspondence, and realized there wasn't any documented workflow at all. Sure, I had no idea what was going on.
Turns out, nobody did.
Adding to my joy today, of course, was a little incident that happened on the drive home from the bonologist's. As I pulled up to s stop light, I was grimacing in pain, but still trying to sing along to the music in the car. The man in the Mercedes next to me looked down on me with his carefully coiffed hair and obviously $400 aviator sunglasses, a look of pure disdain on his face. I did what came to me naturally.
I looked at him, and started laughing. He quickly turned his attention back to the stoplight.
Oh, and in regards to Mr.Pointy?
Me: So when's my finger going to recover?
Bonologist: As far as I can tell, you should be able to put some weight on it now. It'll be completely healed in 4 to 6 weeks.
Me: 4 to 6 weeks? Does that mean I can't do anything heavy duty with finger until then?
Bonologist: Heavy duty? Like what? Fingertip push-ups?
Me: For the sake of argument, sure. Let's say fingertip pushups. I was thinking more of playing guitar, but whatever floats one's boat, you know.
Bonologist: It should be just fine. If it hurts, then just lay off it for a while.
I think that's my new motto for the week. "If it hurts, then just lay off it for a while."