Riding the Pine
I'm benched.
Hit the showers, kid. You're done.
On the DL.
Light Duties.
Tagged out at First Base.
My home-care specialist (DW) has prescribed a very specific regimen for my recovery. This translates into that time-honoured naturopathic cure from the ancient Hawaiians: La'kkanook'i.
What really bites is that my happy pills are working, so I'm totally up for "taking one for the team", but she won't hear of it.
This both sucks and blows. (damn....those words....fucken cold showers... *mutter*)
I'm having a vaguely Herb Tarkek moment here. Apparently I can get some when I'm able to mow the back 40 pain-free. (I heard Pickles shouting to Herb, "Herbie, you finish mowing that lawn, or no Num-nums tonight!")
I've been informed by my home healthcare professional (Mistress Penny) that I am not being denied connubial bliss as a punishment; in fact, she tells me that she's doing it to ensure that we can bliss again safely in the future. I'm told this is for my own good.
(Readers: please note the somewhat tongue-in-cheek tone of this post.)
...although I'm not getting that either. *grin*
10 comments:
So many avenues, must resist fist of sarcasm,....
at first, i just skimmed this entry and thought your prescription was for a lot of nooky.
i am terribly sorry to hear i was wrong.
damn hawaiians.
dtrini:"fist of sarcasm"?
duff:yeah, apparently the cure is on the island of Ka'hmonawannala'aya. Don't have the frequent flyer points for that junket
Damn man, I am sorry.
You'd much rather play at your best, than at 50%, no?
He mowed the lawn while I was out with The Girl last night. He passed the test and was re-welcomed into the fold (so to speak).
Hey, hey...no folding!
sorry - maybe I'll straighten out the creases later
but isn't it fun all folded up sometimes?
Fist of sacarcasm is to me as Fist of Death is to Alice (Dilbert).
I will leave the folds alone as well... for now.
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