Thursday, March 1, 2012

Out of Track

Now I've really seen it all. I received an email notification that a comment needed to be moderated. I do all of that from my Gmail account before I even sign in to Blogger, and this one really made me laugh; it's wrong on so many levels...

"Hello, you used to write excellent, but the last several posts have been kinda boring… I miss your tremendous writings. Past several posts are just a little out of track! come on! cheap car insurance"

First of all, I receive a lot of spam on this blog and most of it (as well as the usual troll droppings) never get read. Leaving me what you might think is a cleverly-worded comment to make me think you actually read me, or leaving me a nasty comment telling me what a lowlife I am is a pointless exercise in futility because I delete those things without even opening them. For some reason I opened this one. Usually, these spam comments read something like this:

"Great blog entry. I'm right with you!"

Followed by the link they want you to click. You know what I mean, you get them too. I don't see how those things could fool anyone. Who would read that and take it for an actual comment, especially when it's from good old Anonymous? Well, this one used what I assume the writer thinks is reverse psychology. They probably felt quite brilliant when they came up with that one.

Secondly, "you used to write excellently." Lolly, lolly, lolly, Get your adverbs here...

Thirdly, my last several posts have been boring? Perhaps, but then they go on to say they miss my tremendous writings and that my latest posts are a little "out of track". Ah, I'm so sorry I've let you down! How will I ever live with myself? Besides, what the heck does "out of track" mean?

Finally, the command, "come on!"  kind of leaves me cold. I might have just as easily replied with, "Piss off!" which, of course, was my first inclination.

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On the health front, I saw my doctor today. She gave me a prescription for some pretty heavy pain killers, orders for an MRI, and a jab of steroids in the bum. I'll probably go in for back surgery sometime this month or next month. And now, here I sit completely pain-free for the first time in eight years. Eight years! It's so unusual, this feeling, that it almost feels wrong. I got so used to being in pain 24/7 that the pain became part of me. Now that it's gone, well, I'm kind of pissed off that she didn't give me one of these shots back in October when I asked her for one.

Today's visit was different, however. Nettl went with me, and believe me when I tell you that when the doctor walked into the examination room and saw her, she actually looked frightened. The problem with my back is that I have two degenerated disks, bone spurs, and my spine has actually slipped apart into two sections, one section is jutting in on my spinal cord while the bone spurs are digging into the bundle of nerves that run up the spine. It's called spondylolisthesis, it's congenital, and this is what it looks like. The good news is that surgery will take care of these things. She said that I'm the perfect candidate for it. The truth of the matter is, if I don't get it, I could be paralyzed, and that just isn't who I am. No, sir.

Guess my posts aren't the only things that are "out of track".
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UPDATE: After a few hours the pain has returned. Guess I'll refill that scrip tomorrow.