i need therapy

. . . for many, many things really but i'll tell you later what specific therapy i'll be getting.

so, i've been having a tough week overall. which sucks because you'd think the boss being on vacation would give the mouse time to play, or something like that. but no. i've been leaving no earlier than 5:30 pm for the past 4 days. and most of you out ther with real jobs are probably rolling your eyes and saying "boohoo" but i have a non-real job and non-real means i get to go home at 4:30 at the latest. and with the boss away, i don't even get any credit.

on top of all this, i found out that i need a visa to go see my relatives in toronto. and the country of canadia demands $70 for me to be able to apply so they can consider having me visith their great country 'eh. and this application of course includes photocopies of all my documents, letters from important people that i lose at every opportunity, ugly pictures that have to be taken twice because of incompetent photographers, my precious passport and did i mention i pay them $70 for all this? i've had some choice words for the country of canadia the past couple of days and she must appease me. i think ginormous waterfalls will not do it. maybe good shopping, we'll see. you better make this worth it canadia. 'til then i will not call you your proper name, canadia.

as for the therapy, i've been seeing a pt for my thumb. my thumb was strained and was therefore pretty much annoyed with lab work. so for 3 weeks or so, i had therapy on my thumb which consisted of ultrasound treatment and thumb/wrist exercises. slightly entertaining but the trek to the health center from my lab is less funny. today, i found out that i need to do more therapy. for my shoulder this time. it's still bothering me and everyone says it's better to get these things checked sooner rather than later so off i went to the sports doctor and that was the verdict. she said this usually takes a month. unless "therapy" involves a massage then this sucks.

this blog is running long but one more thing, i'm in the process of moving to a new apartment. and i discovered that i am what can be called a packrat. i hold on to things. like invitations to parties i never went to. or old tests. or little pompoms that fell of throw pillows that i could never sew back. and old burned out light bulbs. which of course makes it harder to pick through my things and pack them. is there therapy for that?

sbc packers. hehe.

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