So I went in for a surgery that was only supposed to take 30 minutes, spent seven or eight hours there (an hour of which I was unconscious on liquid Valium) and the surgery didn't get done.
Liquid Valium, by the way, is pretty good shit. It makes you sleepy faster than morphine, but you wake up faster and without the after effects.
The over long surgery was directly responsible for not being able to see Victoria that day.
And then, the day after, I go to the wrestling show gig only to find that I've been replaced.
I was let go from a job that I was doing for free.
Somehow the word 'loser' just doesn't seem to fit...
I mean, I'm not mad about it or anything. I fully expected to be replaced eventually, hell I was only doing it because they couldn't find anyone else to do it in the first place. It just seemed like the perfect way to end that week
And technically I wasn't 'let go' per-se. The story is they were trying these guys out for the road shows, but hell, the St Mary's Bait & Tackle Shop, a 20 minute drive, IS a road show for me when you consider that I wouldn't walk across the street to watch a wrestling show. If these guys are willing to do the job they're welcome to it. I'll likely only get a last minute call if the new guys cancel out on them.
I've already taken all the stereo equipment back up to my bedroom, from whence I don't plan on removing it. It would seem I've retired from the DJ business.
I did get reimbursed for gas money though and knowing that it was probably the last show I'd ever go to I made sure to fill up on free concession-stand food and drinks. Plus I got to hang out with the guys backstage, some of whom have kinda become friends, AND I got to pull ¾ inch staples out of a guy's skull with pliers after the hardcore match.
Why did he have staples in his skull? Why to hold on the two dollar bills that covered his forehead naturally.
I didn't ask where they put his change...
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Walking around all day (which I wasn't supposed to be doing after the attempted surgery) my back started to hurt. I kinda vaguely recalled feeling a twinge when getting off the gurney and onto the operating table the day before, but paid it little mind because, well, Valium will do that to you.
Well it seems that I'd hurt my back. That's right, I hurt myself IN the goddamn hospital, going into a surgery that didn't happen, effectively coming out in worse shape than I was going in.
I think tomorrow I'm just going to walk backwards down the freeway. If everything keeps going like it has been I should trip and fall backwards into a pile of money.
Anyhow, they want to keep the appointment for August 2nd to try the right leg. They say that sometimes people have leg spasms once and when they try a second time they don't. They also said that other factors could be accountable, things as subtle as the temperature of the room, or even my hernia could affect things.
Mom suggested that perhaps the leg spasms were from being nervous about Victoria coming to visit, but I explained that it's not my LEGS that she causes to twitch...
Predictably she didn't see the humor in that. Oh well.
Now, usually, when met with opposition from all sides as I have been, I would assume that I'm somehow going against the will of the universe, but if everything I've gone through hasn't been leading me towards getting my body fixed then where has it been leading? Cause I have to tell you, I was kinda looking forward to having my body fixed.
Existentialism is a bitch.
But if I've learned anything from all I've been through it's that if you defy the flow of the universe too many times it'll make you pay. The universe is kinda like a woman in that respect. I've been cut off. No life for me till I fucking get with it and do what the universe needs me to do. Problem is, also like a woman, the universe won't tell you what you need to do. It gives you that “Well you should KNOW what to do if you'd been paying any attention at all” bullshit.
Oh, I should point out though, since I mentioned her earlier, these rules don't apply to Victoria. Well, the bit about making you pay if you fuck up applies, but not the rest of it. She's pretty direct.
YES, she really exists...
And that reminds me, whenever she has to cancel a visit for scheduling reasons it doesn't bother me. Unlike me, she has shit to do. I understand that, and if her schedule doesn't bother ME then it damn sure shouldn't bother ANYONE ELSE, so quit giving me shit about it.
Awright, the sun is up, so I need sleep. I'll tell a funny story or some of the other bullshit I do here later.