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August 29, 2002

chiro chaos

Idiot. I told you I need pre-approval seven days before the appointment. I made it clear on the fax I sent you, and the follow-up phone call that very same day. I said it over and over again. I told you you needed to call my cheap-ass insurance company to tell them I needed my neck adjusted, and then, and only then, would they cover their part of the bill.

So I wait for two weeks in pain with little neck mobility to get my neck and spine adjusted, only to find that your pot-smoking, attention deficit disordered ass neglected to call my cheap-ass insurance company ahead of time, probably because you were so fucking excited about the next Phish concert coming into town. Yeah, you better eat the bill, motherfucker. So now I have to wait another two weeks before the next appointment. By then, my neck will have re-aligned to its fucked up state, and we'll have to start all over again. Gee, I'm so sorry this isn't like what you're used to, it ain't fuckin' Blue Cross/Blue Shield. It's short term health insurance for the fucking underemployed. Welcome to America, you goddamn wheezy Deadhead.

Well, now that's off my shoulders, let me say again that I'm looking forward to getting a job so I can integrate into mainstream American culture and not get pariah treatment from society at large. My neck did feel good yesterday after the appointment, nonetheless.

Speaking of pain, fuck, my hand still hurts. No catching, tackling or grabbing tonight at practice. Only running. There's a big purple bruise on the palm of my hand. Wonder what a palm-reader would say?

"Hmm...I see a dark cloud...I see pain...I see aggression and fury. Gurl, what's up with your fucked-up hand?"

Sure wish Rob would show us a pic of his hot new buzzcut. A 1/8" clipper fade turns me on too. And for contrasts, howabout a pic of Bubba's clean-shaven interview look? Betcha his Daddy look has disappeared...for a short while at least.

As you can see, my Honey Pot is on fire again. Every week it seems to immolate right around Thursday. I had to explain the concept to Corey the other night. I think the term 'My Honey Pot's on Fire' comes from the fact that back in da day, they would de-crystallize stored honey in a ceramic crock-pot like object. You know the thing Winnie the Pooh is always reaching into? Well, they would slowly heat up old, stored crystallized honey so it would flow and could be served. Leave the honey pot over the heat for too long, and it would burst into flame. Likewise, if you let jimbo sit for too long...

I'm delighted to report that it rained ALL DAY yesterday. A nice, cool, light rain that allowed the water to flow evenly into the ground. It rained so much it was wet under the trees. The air is clean and fresh today, the streets sparkle. Now all we need is about a week more of that and we'll be back on track. Today there is a notable difference in how easy I can breathe outside.

This weekend I will try to find a place for my aquarium, and prep it for fish in a month or so. Jon's got these adorable baby mollies that I want to put in the tank. And of course the requisite Corydoras, and a school of neon tetras, and maybe a big, ugly pleco. This time, no monster angelfish or sharks. Just a tiny, peaceful community of pretty, cute fish. I will also make a run to Target, as some of my tired, old pillows need to be burned.

Does anyone else feel the urge to go out and buy a Trapper-Keeper when September approaches? Must buy new Trapper-Keeper.

Posted by jimbo at August 29, 2002 10:31 AM

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Posted by: Rob at August 29, 2002 5:52 PM