I can't believe that I have to go to work. This is for the birds! This is the time for me to be coming home and going to bed!

Suddenly, all of the meds and the enforced rest seem to have paid off; my back is way mucho improved this morning. My gait is almost normal, and the only pain that I have is setting down and getting out of a chair. But I have to go another ten days on this regime, and the physical therapy too. I've never had PT, and I'm not really looking forward to it.

Things have a way of evening out, however; my sinuses are killing me today. I do believe that I have caught a summer cold. My eyes are tearing, my nose is running and my face hurts. And the cough, too, of course. The cough is mostly from smoking, though, but the cold is exacerbating it.

I need to make a blanket statement: I don't like working days. There are way too many people around, and they all seem to be confused. Well, they each know what they are doing, but nobody seems to have a handle on the whole deal. When I'm working by myself, I never have any doubt about who's doing what; if something needs doing, I'm the one who will be doing it.

But where the senses fail us, reason must step in. --Galileo Galilei

I do enjoy the people that I get to work with, though. Even if they are day-time people, and therefore a bit odd.

The patients are a lot different, too. No drunks today. No MVAs. What I did today, and will continue doing throughout the week, is working in the Computed Tomography Scanning (CAT Scan) area. My patient contact is kept to a minimum, and I spent most of my time behind the CRT, setting up the computer for scans and answering the phone and doing paperwork.

The patients are mostly outpatients, walkie-talkies as we say. We did do a few difficult in-patients, however, and a couple of radiation therapy ports and a lung biopsy. All fun stuff. I'm having to pull some stuff out of my brain that got put in there thirty years ago and hasn't seen the light of day since then. Kinda makes me feel good when I can do that.

As I said earlier, I was feeling better, but after physical therapy and eight hours working, most of that feeling has worn off. I had to demonstrate range-of-motion for the therapist, and I loosened up some things that are supposed to be tight, or maybe it was visa-versa. At any rate, I feel like I regressed some.

I have some exercises that I need to do three times a day, nothing too hard or too strenuous. I should be able to handle it. The therapist is a really cute little girl, about 25 and all bubbly. And really good hands. I like a girl with good hands! She also did some massage over the painful area, but not a general backrub. It was nice anyway...

I'll be working 08:00 to 16:30 every day this week, and probably go back to nights next week. So, until tomorrow...