Dislocated my hip yesterday for about a half an hour. Typically it goes in after a minute or two of thrashing. Yesterday I spun on the bed and the floor for 30 minutes before it finally popped back in.

You googled that s*** and you see that people typically can't do that. They told my mom she was a liar when halfway through the ambulance ride it popped back in. Yay genetic illness.

I have one elder brother who destroyed his GI system and could no longer absorb calcium and most nutrients after the ulcers kicked in from the NSAIDs they prescribed him. That caused him to break his back lifting 5 lb.

I have another brother that spent 3 years in an opioid death spiral before he pulled himself back out. All doctor prescribed, all perfectly appropriate for the level of pain but in our case the pain is forever so you can't live on this s***.

I stick with Soma for a max of 3 days typically. I'm always worried about physical dependency. Those assholes who send you to NA meetings for physical dependency should be shot. God damn state religion.

But double dosing, doctor approved, the soma does not cut into this one. Not the slightest bit. So I'm going to be reaching for opioids. Or tequila.

Tequila erases the pain. I know I'll do damage if I walk on it so I lean on the cane and hobble around and don't do the steps even now. I bought a goddamn house with steps stupidly. Everything is upstairs though, so I can live up here.

I'm going to outfit the downstairs as a separate apartment for Airbnb. I'm pretty sure I'm going to live there. So I'm going to outfit it nicely.

Tequila erases the pain. I have one day max before I have to move on to something else since I'm always worried about physical dependency.

But God damn I love my tequila right now. Predawn drinking at its best.

I had previous coworker that I recruited right out of college. We were going back and forth on some public forum about the property tax calculations in the city of Philadelphia along with about a dozen other people. They were tax activists but they didn't know s*** about computers and we were trying to guide them through it. The computers had a magic formula that determined the taxes and they were trying to go through the legal process to go through discovery to get the formula.

Someone commented that my coworker was posting a huge amount. I explained that he types incredibly fast. When I walked by his cubby it was like I was listening to people tap dancing.

Those days are over. All I have to do is talk to my phone and go on and on and on. Now it's a matter of editing down for human consumption since I can just blather.

You're confusing him with Lincoln. He does sadness.