I am tired of running with Mucus

I'm going through kleenex like it was kleenex!!! And I volunteered to work the last 2 hours at the desk today b/c I'm such a nice person. S'ok, I got my kleenex box and drink out here. And tonight, I'll be popping a Vicodin to help stop my cough. I totally forgot that Hydrocodone is a cough suppressant! Duh. I try to keep a stash on hand b/c you never know when it'll come in handy. Fortunately a couple years back my plastic surgeon gave me a prescrip. for 30 of them, and I only needed like 5 at the time, so I've been slowly rationing them out to myself over the years. The only thing they didn't work too well on was that Common Peroneal stun kick they gave me at the Academy. I was limping and in extreme pain for 3 days and the Vicodin barely helped. Yet another good example of doing the right thing! The Sgt. had kicked us himself, but he somehow missed my common peroneal. Everybody else was doubled over, in all kinds of pain, but I was still standing. I said to myself, "hmm, I don't think he got the right spot on me." And I spoke up and said so. The Sgt. was like, "You sure you want me to try it again?" and I said yes. Everybody looked at me like I was nuts. But I mean, it just wasn't right for me to be ok and everybody else to be suffering. Plus--I needed to learn how to do it properly, and what better way than experiencing it firsthand? So the Sgt. positioned himself next to me once more, gave me the blow, and man, oh man, did he get the spot now!!! I doubled over, in shock at how bad it hurt, unable to even speak or barely breathe for about a minute. In fact, here's a photo of the incident, taken by M. with his camera phone. Sears is holding me, Sgt. in red, and AC is watching protectively (he always liked me!)


While I was doubled over my nemesis in the class, that know-it-all jerk Maples, came over and actually tousled my ponytail and said admiringly, "That's my librarian!" So now I can't wait to deliver such a blow to some turd who deserves it. And I for sure know where the sweet spot is!

Looks like we might be going to sushi dinner on NY's eve w/M. and D. and their women. That'll be fun. Don't know yet if we'll join them for dancing afterwards; we'll see how we feel. I need to get well!