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Felt Like A Friday

I think a chapter in my memoirs (exposé?) will be titled "Felt Like A Friday." It's something that happens enough in my life that I think I need to give some credence to it in the story of me. Or something like that.

If you found that thing and still made your way back here today, bravo. And thank you.  I'm not really sure what that was. Oh..yeah..I mean other than a little piss and moan about being in pain. Which...still seems to be the norm. I never understood what a bitch chronic pain could actually be.

I woke up this morning feeling pretty good. Somewhere between a 1 and 2 on the pain scale, which is to say, after recent months felt like a 0 on the scale. By the time I was 3/4 of the way to work, though, it was back to the standard 3-4 that has been the norm.

But I can't describe what it was like to not feel that. Even for a couple of hours. If I was a betting man, I'd say it's a sign from the Universe that I need to somehow, someway move ahead with the surgery and hope for the best. I need to meet a couple more surgeons, though, because the one I've got is kind of a prick.

Friday. It fucking felt like Friday all day today. I mean I got a lot done today...it was busy. It was just weird. I wonder what in our brain triggers us to think of the 'feel' of a day. As though the actual day were somehow different in someway other than name.

This is going to be another short one. After cutting my finger nails somewhere between the first and second sentence in preparation for a whirl-wind writing session.

That is not to be. I'm tired. The hustle and bustle of the day having finally caught up and demanding of the ransom due them.

So, this will not be a long, thoughtful post. It will instead be another 'hidden' post. Find it without a link from FB and you too can feel smarter than all of your friends.

And with that, I'm dragging my tired ass to bed.

Peace out!
-AT

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