Thursday, October 09, 2008

I'm a degenerate

not really... well, kind of.

My doctor's office called me to tell me that the super-duper fun MRI I had last week showed that the excruciating back spasms I've had for the past couple years are caused by... (drumroll please) Degenerative Disk Disease*. So I guess I need to see an Orthopedist** now. I'm just kind of hoping for more and better drugs a quick, painless solution.

Okay, so maybe I'm a little bit of a degenerate - today, I was on my way back from working standing around and petting the animals at the farm and I needed to stop at the dollar store*** to look for a fake mustache for my kid's halloween costume. Normally, when I'm done at the farm, I smell like... well, like a farm, so I will shower before I run any errands, so as to avoid smelling like a goat in public, but I figured - it's the damn dollar store, maybe the goat smell will overpower the dirty-cigarette-and-ass smell of the other patrons.




* In spite of it's COMPLETELY SCARY NAME, it's neither degenerative, nor a disease. Thanks for freaking me the fuck out, though.

** When I told me kid that, he says "What do your teeth have to do with it?"

*** you can tell how gross a city is by the number of dollar stores they have, there is approximately one for every 3 people here in Corpus Christi.