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the hobbled foot update

It’s been a little over a week since my last trip to urgent care, and since I got the bill for it in the mail yesterday, I figured I’d share an update. And also ask if my hospital bill can be considered a tax write off since the reason I was in the hospital was due to charity. I think I may have a case here!

In any case, I’m not in as much pain as I was a week ago. I only wear the cast at work, but I try to keep it elevated when I’m at home. I called yesterday and made an appointment in about two more weeks with my podiatrist. I figure I’ll either have her check out my foot if it still hurts, or she can take care of my toenail that’s sure to be ready to fall off by then. I always have something for my podiatrist to look into.

Tomorrow I head to the East Coast, where I will romp in the rain of a hurricaine and hope that I can make it to at least one Twins game that’s not rained out. The Yankees should have a dome. All the cool teams have one, right?

We went to Town Talk Diner last night. It was only my second time there, but I think I could write and write and write about how awesome it is. They serve chilled 40 ounce bottles of beer and cheese curds. What’s not to like about a place like that?

I need to do laundry tonight. All of my Twins shirts are dirty and I need to wear every last one of them while I’m Yankee-territory.

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the escape’s biggest milestone ever

It only took me five years, four months, and 17 days, but I finally did it. I put 100,000 miles on my 2001 Ford Escape this morning on the way to work.

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It’s been through a lot with me.

  • two speeding tickets in Missouri
  • one speeding ticket in Iowa
  • two parking tickets in Minnesota
  • one trip to the impound lot
  • two wrecks
  • three tows
  • 33 oil changes
  • two new sets of tires
  • 0 trips to the shop for any kind of repair that I didn’t directly cause

I put all but about 350 miles on it, and those 350 miles only came because I made the dealership find a red one, which they had to drive from Little Rock, AR, to Sedalia, MO, just to make me happy. But that was only after I threatened to come back and get my down payment when the car salesman (and owner of the dealership) tried to throw me a line of shit.

It’s been with me for five jobs, two states, five addresses, eight roommates, two broken hearts, a broken foot, and a new puppy. If I had all my archives up, I’m sure there’s even mention of me buying it – yes, two dolla’s been around for a good seven years now.

It’s driven all over the state of Missouri and part of Kansas. It can drive from Minnesota to Missouri or the Twin Cities to Milwaukee on auto-pilot. It’s ran over a possum, two raccoons, and a very large turkey. It’s smelled like spilled gasoline, fast-food, rotten lettuce, and currently a very large pine forest.

It’s completely paid for. It’s mine. And now, since it’s made it past the 100K mark, I think it needs a name.

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nip/tuck

I’d heard from quite a few people that Nip/Tuck was an awesome show. Sure, okay.

I decided to add the first season to my Netflix list. And, as you guessed it if you’ve ever seen the show, I immediately became hooked. I watched the first season in probably three days time. My sleep suffered a bit, but seeing all that plastic surgery gore was worth it.

I flew through three discs of season two in no time at all, and then Netflix decided to cut me off. They’re taking their sweet ass time getting the final two discs of the second season to me, so I decided to retaliate. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, except the third season is released on DVD tomorrow and the fourth season starts a week from tomorrow. See how much catching up I have to do?

I went to Wal-Mart last night for dog food and laundry baskets, and what did I find? The first two seasons for $19.96 each, so I bought them. That’s logical, right?

I’m going to buy the 3rd season tomorrow, too, because I have a Target gift card, and I never spent my Target gift cards on anything but cleaning supplies. I figure I deserve this indulgence, dammit!

I just have to have it all taken care of by 9pm on September 5th, or my life might not be complete.

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the weekend of walking

I spent the weekend hobbling along on my cast at the Minnesota State Fair (fair pictures) and the Minnesota Zoo (zoo pictures). I’m so Minnesotan. If I knew how, I’d make hotdish for dinner.

I wish it was acceptable for my closet to look like this:

My ideal closet.

You know what’s no fun in a cast? Shoe shopping!

Shoe shopping.

Now I’m watching Flavor of Love, where I’ve watched a dance contest, Flav holding up some internet porn, and my favorite girl Nibblz saying she was most certainly not “playing with his peepee under the covers”. This is quality TV.

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arkansas’ first professional sports team?

From the Women’s Hoops Blog, the WNBA is looking to form a new team. It’s location? Quite possibly Bentonville, Arkansas. They’ll be called the Wal-Mart Falling Prices Smiley Face Guys.

“This would be the biggest thing to happen to the state since the (University of Arkansas) Razorbacks’ national championship in 1994,” Christopher Talley, a local investor involved in bringing the NBA to AR, said.

I am all for women’s sports popping up all over the place. You should know that. But why do I get a gut feeling that any professional womens sports team that’s going to be located in northern Arkansas is just destined to fail?

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the quote of awesome

Today’s quote of the day was the best I’d seen in a while.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.

- Dr. Seuss

If ever I could describe my friends and how comfortable I feel around them all, this would be it.

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the twin cities 3 day – my version

It’s a few days after the fact, so I’ve had time to just about fully process it all. I think it’s fair to say that I won’t ever completely process it, because it’s such a magnificent time of my life, so this is as close as it gets. It will probably get long and detailed and eventually jumbled because I’ll be overcome by emotions, but I don’t want to make the mistake of not writing about it. Please read what you can/want. You know how important this is to me, and that’s why I want to make sure it’s all here for me to see next year.

For starters, here are the pictures. There are almost 100 and I’ve captioned them all. For me, not you. But if you look at them start to finish, it’ll really give you an idea of what it’s all about.

FYI: There are 2800 walkers and we raised $6.4 million. Thank you for that.
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not quite broken

Just for good measure, I decided to head into urgent care one more time before they closed tonight. Because the doctor couldn’t touch my foot and send me writhing in pain like I do when I walk, he just gave me a walking cast and a prescription to Vicodin. He also gave me orders to come back if it still hurts in three weeks, because then it could be a stress fracture.

Nobody gets why I’m not mad or sad about this, but c’mon. All I need are a couple liters of liquid and some painkillers and I’m home free. I’m elated. And I’m happy that I did this while helping a greater cause. How nice will it be when one day, after all of our fundraising and walking/limping across the finish line, a couple liters of liquid and some painkillers will be all that’s needed to get rid of breast cancer? I’ll take these battle wounds and wear them proudly, dude.

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my pee is nasty

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I was going to post all my pictures from the walk and write all about it, except I’m having some memory card issues that I’m not competent enough to figure out right now, because the thought of losing those pictures makes me want to cry.

However, I can share my morning’s activities with you. It involved three hours in urgent care while 2 liters of sugar-water were pumped into a vein in my right arm. And during said fluid-pumping, I had to give a urine sample. I’m right handed. Gathering a urine sample is not easy when your right hand is busy with an IV. I’m not proud to admit that I peed on my left hand while trying to fill the cup, but they certainly received a full urine sample, that’s for sure.

As it turns out, I have a severe bladder infection and mild dehydration. Neato! It’s really neat when a nurse says, “Your urine turned out really nasty”. AWESOME!

I’ll probably be scheduling an appointment with a doctor to look at my right foot, too, but I’m going to ice that for a couple of days and see if the rest helps it at all.

And guess what? I’m already on the waiting list for next year’s walk.

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i called in dehydrated

They focus so much on keeping hydrated during The 3 Day. Everyone from the security staff to the people serving us snacks at pit stops remind us to drink a lot and pee a lot. For three days, everyone around you is concerned with your urinary habits.

Yesterday and even still today, I’ve been dealing with some wicked dehydration symptoms. My personal favorite, though, are the chills. Now that I’ve slept for 16 hours, I’m trying to do some major rehydrating. It’s fun.

More about The 3 Day… later.