Tone Parsons

I saw my neurosurgeon yesterday.

My leg has been going crazy with the sciatic bit for the past few months.  Actually… this time, it’s lets (plural).  I saw my doctor about it and he gave me a steroid pack and some pain killers (both of which I hate taking… but then again, I hate taking aspirin too).

The x-rays that the neurosurgeon took show that the fusion I had a while back is holding just fine (which is a damn good thing!), and he’s referring me to a physiologist (a doctor who specializes in nervous system disorders) for a nerve induction test.  Depending on the results of that, I head off for a MRI (which is apparently quite expensive… so they want to do all the cheap stuff first).

Joy upon joys!

In other news: I’m slowly finding everything in the new building here at work.  I now know where 4 bathrooms are!

I still need to rewire our data center (as it’s still a rats nest of cables), but I have a few days to get that done (and there are more pressing issues with customer access to certain things right now).

Yes indeed, boys and girls, I had a very damn good birthday!

We started it kinda early… last saturday night, in fact! My friend Jess and my brother-in-law, David, took me out for a night of cold beverages and hot festivities. We started out at the Viking Tavern, then hit someplace I’d never been before (it had the word “Sledge” in its name… I think), and finally ended up at the Blue Spark.

A few words about the Blue Spark… I am far too damn old to go there. It’s full of people between 21 and 25. When we were there, I went to the bar to get some beverages, a shot of Jagermeister for my brother-in-law, some ice water with lemon for Katie (she was driving), and a cold and frosty pint of Deschutes Black Butte Porter for myself. After getting the drinks, paying the very nice bartender, and turning around, I was asaulted.

Actually, I was molested.

Some young thing put both her hands on my chest and started kneading me.

All I could think to do was yell “Woah… hey!! Um.. Hi” and then wandered off to drink my beer (I am married after all). Apparently, that wasn’t the reaction she was looking for and she wandered off (presumably to go fondle another guy).

But enough about that… on to the birthday proper!

They threw a party for me at work (which was very damn nice of them!), complete with presents (beer, coffee, etc) and ice cream sundaes.

When I got home, my wife had gotten me a dozen roses of various colors, some beautiful daiseys (they had been dyed different colors) and a balloon boquet. Sure… not very manly… but some guys like flowers (I do… I’m also 6’4″ and 225 pounds and have no problems pounding your head through your ass if you start with the “omg fag!” bit).

I also got (in addition to the watch I posted earler), a Dymo labeler (because I have a billion power adaptors and they’re hard to tell apart), a Norelco grooming kit (for keeping myself all tidy and such), and a very cool cordless LED worklight (the LightStorm… very VERY damn bright).

It was a good day! 🙂