August 30, 2005


Haven't felt like writing in a few days. Shit's been a little wierd. For the past couple of weeks, I've been really angry at the world, and there's nothing that I can put my finger on that's causing it. I didn't figure you all would like to hear me rant and rave, so I shut my yap.

I had a surreal weekend. For the most part it was spent doing laundry and catching up on house-(and yard)work. I went out on Friday night, and went to a movie Saturday evening, but something just didn't feel right either time. Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm trying to make a small lifestyle change. I let myself run out of bourbon, and I didn't buy any more. I trying to stay off of any hard liquor unless I'm in a social situation. So far it's been strange. I still can't get to sleep, and now I have crazy dreams all night. Hopefully all that will go away in a week or two, and I can settle down to an even keel. We'll see how it goes.

As you all know, I'm a big strong construction worker. I bend myself into the damnedest shapes to get the elevator parts to fit together. I lift parts that are hundreds of pounds in weight into place nearly every day. So what happens? While I was cleaning off my desk this Sunday, I had 5 or six beer and soda cans that needed to be cleared off. A few of them had some liquid still in them, so I went to the kitchen sink to empty them out. Drained the first two, and set them aside. Went to reach for another and twinge. A sharp pain ran down my left neck muscle. I do heavy work five days a week, and get hurt lifting a half-full soda can? What the hell? The damn thing still hurts too. Ah well, "Pain is only weakness leaving the body" and all that.

Work has been pretty good, other than the special "Safety Meeting" we had first thing this morning. All the construction guys were there, and we talked about what happened to Everitt. No one really knows what exactly happenned. We discussed whether it was a problem with the rigging, some stupidity on Ev's part, or if it was just plain getting in a hurry. Doesn't matter. We all know better than to put ourselves in any kind of "bad position". You've got to listen to that little voice in your head when it say's "This is stupid and dangerous", and then do something to correct it. I made that vow to myself today. I love my job, but I ain't getting killed doing it.

Anyhow, it's been a strange few days. I'm certain it'll get better soon though.

Posted by Johnny - Oh at August 30, 2005 12:06 AM | TrackBack

... old age, man... it's after us all...

Posted by: Eric at August 30, 2005 03:59 PM

You got my sympathy.

I was in hell for weeks because I pinched a nerve in my shoulder while "sleeping wrong".

Stupid nerve! :-/

Posted by: Harvey at August 30, 2005 05:32 PM

It's the little things...

Was brushing my teeth once, when I had the same thing happen. Weird, indeed.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at August 30, 2005 10:52 PM

Good for you with the bourbon! Right now you feel like shit, but increase your water intake, and after a while, you'll feel better than normal!

These little "funk" times suck! Just ride it for now! It'll get better when you're not even thinking about it. :-)

Posted by: Sissy at August 31, 2005 09:53 PM

Maybe it's just sympathy pains.

Maybe it's the "getting old" feeling that comes from knowing you are about to become a blog-grandpa.

My baby boy might just be ready for his close-up.

Posted by: Sarah the penguin at September 1, 2005 06:16 PM

Same thing happened to me when I got off the Vicodins or stopped Coca-Cola. Rough times.

No job is worth dying for.
From the description you've written, it took a series of things to happen. To me, that means it was his Time. If he had escaped that, but it was still has Last Day, something else could have befallen him - such as a car accident, etc.

Posted by: _Jon at September 5, 2005 09:15 AM

There's No tellin' my friend. All I know is that I'm not going to put myself into that situation (If I can help it).

Still Truckin' though, and I ain't stoppin' no time soon.

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at September 5, 2005 11:15 PM
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