I was a bit busy to post about this in the last week or so, partly because I went to various doctors about five times on top of everything else that’s been going on.

So now, I’ve finally come to a decision: They’re sticking me in a cast and on crutches for three weeks to let the irritation calm down, and then reevaluating exactly what surgery I will need, if any.

Best case scenario, resting this will finally get it to calm down enough to not get re-irritated, and will do so without needing to have surgery.

I’m not terribly optimistic that will happen, but I’m willing to give it a try. And if it doesn’t work, it at least gives a much more targeted area for them to cut, which I suppose is a good thing, though I’ll be frustrated about wasting three weeks.

I am getting the pegleg thing, I’m having them ship it so I’ll be able to try it out next weekend before I actually have to depend on it. Hilarious pictures TK.

I’m still trying to figure out if I can (or more accurately, should) try to make my scheduled trip to Chicago in a couple weeks for Laz’s wedding.

Not having to have surgery yet takes away one of my big problems, but the idea of trying to crutch around all weekend is unpleasant, particularly in airports, though I suppose I could ride the little cart with the flashing light.

Also, my doctors have told me I need to not go in to work while the cast is non-weightbearing, and I’m going to guess that going to Chicago probably falls under the same heading of “prohibited activites.”

Anyway, suggestions of things I can do without leaving my house are welcome. I’m well stocked on DVD’s and I’m gonna bump my Netflix subscription up to the 3-at-a-time plan, and I’m gonna do some studying for the Apple Certified Helpdesk Specialist exam.

However, particularly if I need surgery after the three weeks, I’m gonna need a few more suggestions as well, because I’m basically stuck at home until this thing passes. Whee!

My voice is totally gone right now, but notwithstanding that, I can’t even tell you how happy I am.

Party: Done, and seemed to be enjoyed. Gift: Done, and seemed to be enjoyed. Filming….uh, not so done, but hopefully done by the end of the week.

But party and gift, done! Woo Hoo!

*passes out*

One mind, poor condition (approximately three functioning brain cells remaining at time of loss).

If found, please return to me circa 6pm today/yesterday. Would have been of significant help.

Willing to trade for functioning right left leg.

Edit, Sunday night – Here’s how nuts I was when I wrote this: I asked for the wrong damn leg.

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I went to high school with one of the Bachelorettes on the current version of The Bachelor.

The night the show premiered, a friend from high school IMed me trying to figure out if it was her, but we weren’t positive. Now, I can officially shake my head in wonder at the ridiculousness.

I’m even a little tempted to watch and see if she’s still the same girl I remember (very nice, but…not the sharpest knife in the drawer).

Maybe if I weren’t working eleventy billion hours with the boss directing, I’d have time to watch. Alas. Anyone actually voluntarily watching this is encouraged to keep me updated.

I see this idiot’s Hummer every day on the Fox Lot, and I got sorely tempted to post some pictures here but wasn’t sure whether that’d violate some sort of lot rule.

Thank you, Defamer, for posting that picture so I don’t have to.

Now I can focus on noting that this tool has that delightful slogan on the Yosemite Fund special plate. I can’t tell if he’s trying to be ironic or if he’s just that stupid.

It was officially corrupted data, so I had to erase my hard drive. Boo.

But thanks to Super Duper, I was able to get back to where I was on Thursday when my last automatic backup ran. And it took about 3 seconds to redownload the email I’d received since then, and I hadn’t done anything else on my computer since then. Yay!

Although I did come perilously close to buying a new MacBook Pro while waiting for the guy at the Genius Bar to confirm that it was just software and not hardware causing the problem.

I do hope they were able to clean up all the drool after I left.

I love it when my computer chooses one of the busiest weekends of the year to crash rather spectacularly, necessitating at the least a trip to the “Genius” Bar at the Apple store, and given what it’s doing and what it hasn’t responded to, rather likely a wipe and restore of the hard drive.

God bless the Crackberry (from which I am posting this), Super Duper (the auto-backup software I run twice a week), and the old-ass PC that’s been gathering dust in my living room (from which I was able to schedule an appointment with the Apple store).

I know you prize your ’89 Nissan, but when moderate rain sets off the alarm repeatedly, you’ve made it too sensitive.

Don’t go for the usual scare tactics. Instead, show them true life tales of exactly how unbelievably dumb people can be when they are stoned:

Two Men Arrested After Accidentally Dialing 911 While Trying To Page Their Dealer

When Asked For Identification, Man Hands Cop His Pot Pipe

And they will not want to smoke weed, for fear of ever being perceived as this fucking stupid.