OK, the four people that read this shiiiiiit know that I've been off work for the couple of weeks due to my back. I've been bent over so far with pain, that if my shoe laces became untied I could tie them on the run and never miss a step. Deb knew that I was in pain, but she didn't know how much pain I was actually in, until I told her I cancelled my annual golf outing and BBQ that I host for my Parkman Brothers because of it.
Last week, my doctor prescribed Flexeril and believe it or not, my pain is GONE. I can't tell you how great it feels to get up in the morning and not make a hundred different weird ass moaning sounds trying to get out of bed. I don't know if that little miracle pill was the answer, but I'm finally feeling great after suffering for months. My doctor, an ex Chicago Bear wide receiver, insisted that I stay off work, and do nothing but rest. That's great advice if you've got a shiiit load of money, but the grass doesn't stop growing and the bills don't stop coming because I'm hurting. My darling Debbie, bless her heart, said that she would hop on the tractor and mow the yard for me. Bullshiiiiiit! You all know what a stickler I am about my yard and remembering how it looked the one and only time she mowed it sent shivers down my now healing spine. Besides, other chores have to taken care of. Maybe with the doctor's money, he can have his chores taken care of by others, but not me. The outside work continues, but I did take his advice and have rested my back as much as possible along with doing my daily exercises.
The Mag Plant is very attendance crazy and isn't very compassionate when someone takes time off for being ill. With these two weeks off, along with the six months last year with my back, I didn't think I would be in the running for 'Employee of the Year'. I received a call from the H.R. Department telling me that I was 'Invited' to a meeting to discuss my absenteeism last Thursday. Lately they've been on a firing spree and I knew in the back of my mind that I would be standing in line at the Unemployment Office on Monday morning with the rest of the aging losers. At 10:00 a.m. I walked into the Director's Office and two other big shots were there waiting, I thought to crucify me as well. In my mind, they've already dug the hole and were waiting for me to fall in. After forty five minutes of talking, I was told that I was no longer on Afternoons, but would be working Days starting Monday morning. They said that they wanted to make sure that I had a position that required hardly any strain on my back. I smiled all the way out to the car, realizing that I had dodged a bullet.
Debbie was so happy that once again we can be a family, with both of us working normal daylight hours and have the evenings to spend together (she must have been drinking). All I can say is I'm glad I'm still employed, working days and able to get a good nights sleep once again. So what's the first thing I'm going to do on Monday morning when I show up for my new position? Hunt down a friend of mine who is always looking a sub to golf with him at Duck Lake Country Club and play golf for free.
Can life get any better?
Blogging-ly,
J.E.
