I'll admit I had to google that first sentence. But I can dig that. We'll just have to find another way to stay warm in the winter.
No kidding! Don't scare us like that again!
Glad you enjoyed your birthday call, in spite of the bad connection and me being stoned out of my mind and having a hard time talking. I was just thinking this morning that if I had some other people's phone #'s and their birthdays I could make more birthday calls. Silent_Runner appreciates the thoughts and prayers and say hello to everyone.
I hope I get more sleep tonight than I did last night, but it's not happening yet. This weather is driving me nuts, along with the abuse my physical terrorist heaped on me today. He wasn't trying to abuse me so badly, it just seemed that everything he did or had me do hurt even worse than usual. Do once again I'm stoned on pain meds, but I'm making sure I don't start posting like I did last night.
Glad to hear Sis is responding, she had us worried there for a few. I've got my fingers crossed for Saturday if that's what you want. I know you had mixed thoughts on that.
I'm doing this yeah. Days like this I think I'm going the wrong way, but I have to have made some progress in order to have some to lose. The thought od tipping a beer while talking about GT sounds great, but why stop at one beer?
I've been trying to keep a clear head tonight and not succeeding, but I'm going to try to tell about yesterday's session anyway. I'm pretty doped up on my pain and sleep meds and still not asleep. This cursed weather won't make up it's mind. It was raining earlier, now it's cold as hell.
My shrink did his usual asking what I wanted to talk about yesterday, but when I couldn't really come up with anything he started pushing me on the subject of Greg and my guilt. He decided we were going to do a little role playing, so he dragged in a bench and had me lay on it. I couldn't lay face-down like I landed what I was shot, so curling up on my side had to suffice. Then he said that since I couldn't talk and wasn't even conscious that day Greg could hear my thoughts. My job was to convince Greg not to blow cover to save me.
At first it was easy, because Greg had stayed down for around a minute anyway, but the shrink, playing Greg, started out from behind the rocks (his desk) that he'd been safely behind. He came at me in slow motion while I screamed and tried to get him to go back. When the shots were hitting him I was just crying that it was happening that way when he could have stayed safe. Of course I couldn't move to try to protect him, since I couldn't when it actually happened. Damn, I'm crying again.